Aviva's birthday is in January. She's going to be 4 years old. She's going to have a birthday party and invite the girl from down the street, and there's going to be cake! A chocolate cake, and she's going to be 4 years old. In January. She's going to have another birthday in January and she'll be this many fingers. Now she's this many fingers but soon she'll be this many.
Everyone knows this - the casheir at the grocery store, the library attendant, anyone we come in contact with, and many many strangers on the street. Aviva tells this to everyone, to make sure everyone knows.
Also, when she eats food, you could open her stomach and see all the food inside. This whole bagel is mushed up inside. And if you opened her, you could see. But that would hurt and she would cry. But then Mama would hold her and it would be okay.
And at her friend's house last week, there was a dog she saw that was a big little dog and it wanted to eat her. But sometimes it didn't want to eat her and sometimes it did. And it was sitting on the couch by itself and it was nobody's dog. And she doesn't want the dog to eat anyone, because then she would be sad. She doesn't want the dog to eat her, or anyone in our family. And not any of our friends, too, and not our friend Evan. And if the dog did eat her, she would cry because it hurts. But she'd be okay.
Everyone knows this - the casheir at the grocery store, the library attendant, anyone we come in contact with, and many many strangers on the street. Aviva tells this to everyone, to make sure everyone knows.
Also, when she eats food, you could open her stomach and see all the food inside. This whole bagel is mushed up inside. And if you opened her, you could see. But that would hurt and she would cry. But then Mama would hold her and it would be okay.
And at her friend's house last week, there was a dog she saw that was a big little dog and it wanted to eat her. But sometimes it didn't want to eat her and sometimes it did. And it was sitting on the couch by itself and it was nobody's dog. And she doesn't want the dog to eat anyone, because then she would be sad. She doesn't want the dog to eat her, or anyone in our family. And not any of our friends, too, and not our friend Evan. And if the dog did eat her, she would cry because it hurts. But she'd be okay.
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