Last week Drew invited me over to take a ride in his new wagon. He said I was the first person he ever took on a wagon ride - he prefers to roll solo.
Fine, Drew, we can stop to watch the garbage truck. I'm not happy about it, but we'll stop.
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You're loving my hat, aren't you, Drew? I always ride in style.
Thanks for the lift, Aunt Amy. And thanks for not getting upset with me when I yelled "Go!" everytime you stopped the wagon! :)
Drew and I didn't just take a wagon ride. He shared his cool outdoor toys with me, too.
So this is a tool bench? Where are the girl tools? I don't see any nail files, hair brushes or lipgloss.
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