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Ted wants a Knapsack not a Backpack

Mommy, I do not want a backpack I want a polka-dotted red knapsack this annoyed Ted’s father, big Max All kinds of conformity this child lacks Knapsacks do not have zippers Ted said. I don’t want a backpack, he yelled from his bed. Little compartments are marvelous said Uncle Ed. I will take a knapsack or nothing, screamed little Ted. You have a problem, Grandma Martin said to Big Max. He makes such a big deal about a backpack! If it’s a knapsack he wants we can do that, Grandma Martin. We only have a day and a half until he goes to kindergarten.

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