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But determined he was! He made some weird baby noise and slammed his right fist on top of that damn raisin! More seconds crawled past, and then his little fist shot up with the raisin in a perfect pincer grasp. Continue reading
Once we were in the tent, I would safety pin the zipper, so it could not be opened. Mark had not mastered opening safety pins, let alone in the dark! Continue reading
Invariably, he would round the bleachers at any little league game with a juicy hot dog and a free soda. Why did people do this? Especially, because Mark was supposed to be playing baseball – in right field… Continue reading
“He want?” he implored of Mark.” “I want!” assured Mark. And there would be this short high school kid walking around the store eating a hot dog. “He happy,” Gene would say, “He happy now.” Continue reading