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<em>A blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara
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<a href="https://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/pre-school2.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-5758" src="https://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/pre-school2.jpg?w=272&amp;h=300" alt="pre-school2" width="272" height="300" /></a>I was recently sitting in a meeting with one of my favorite two-year-olds named Phineas.

(He would be one of my favorites even if he didn’t have such a great name.)

His twin sister Ellen is another favorite of mine.

He was entertaining himself by pulling things out of my purse. He pulled out a collapsible brush I have and asked “What’s this?”

<a href="https://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/brush-2.jpg"><img class="alignright wp-image-5759 size-thumbnail" src="https://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/brush-2.jpg?w=82&amp;h=150" alt="brush-2" width="82" height="150" /></a>”It’s a brush” I replied and showed him how it worked.

I put it back in my purse and he pulled it out again. “What’s this?”

“It’s a brush.”

We did this for a while and on the 439th time he pulled it out and asked what it was I said “It’s a hippopotamus.”

<a href="https://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/comb2-2.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-5760" src="https://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2015/05/comb2-2.jpg?w=150&amp;h=48" alt="comb2-2" width="150" height="48" /></a>He opened it up and said “It’s a hippopotamus toothbrush.”

And that, my friends, is why I love preschoolers.
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