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Children Are Literal

Oatmeal pie on your face? Doesn’t make sense. Not pie, just oatmeal. I am fixing my complexion. What is wrong with it? Nothing. I am maintaining. Maintaining your skin? Maintaining everything; I do my rear end too. You put oatmeal on your petootsie? I sit in it. I ponder this for a while, Not able to wrap my mind around it. Not realizing she means oatmeal water. People do not understand children are literal. When my daddy told me he ordered a car with bucket seats I was angry with him until it arrived. Thinking it was going to be horrible to sit in.

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