My mom is so great. She gave me an apple. It’s cold. I think I should tell her it’s cold. It’s cold. It’s cold. It’s cold!! It’s COOOOOLLLLLDDDD!
She said it’s cold back to me! YESSSS.
An apple is kind of like a ball. A ball. Ball. Appo. Ball. Appo. I will throw it. WOW!
Where did she go? I will go stand by her arm and eat my apple. She probably misses me all the way across the room. I will touch her arm. Feel my hands, they’re wet and cold and sticky. COLD!
Uh-oh… choking a little. I need to cough. WOW! My apple chunks landed on Mommy! WOW! I will cough some more. FUN! Now, I think I will walk around dropping little bites of apple on the floor everywhere from my mouth. Bite. Appo. Wow. Table? No. No table.
Hmm. Basically done here. I will gently set my apple on the carpet in a corner of Mommy’s room. Yes, there. There is good. Now! Time to go pull all of the paper out of the printer. WOW!