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Klara and I were building a tower with stacking cups. She took one of the cups and pretended to drink out of it saying, “I drinking coffee, Mommy.”

I took the cup and tried to put it on the tower but she took it away from me and said very seriously, “I pouring out coffee, Mommy.” She pretended to pour out the imaginary coffee and gave the cup back for me to keep building.


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