“Time to wash your hands,” I told Klara.
She got on the ground and started wriggling and hissing.
“I can’t wash my hands, mommy,” she explained. “I’m a snake. Snakes don’t have hands or arms.”
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Right? It’s like she immediately had an answer. It’s scary.
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