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Monday, December 14, 2009
My heart pleads for you
Anaya came to me today with a package from under the Christmas tree. "Mommy," she said, "Can I open my presents? I
plead
with you to let me!"
I laughed. "No."
She sighed, returning the box to the tree. "What does 'plead' mean?"
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