One day Lola learned the story of the Little Red Hen in preschool.
She recited the tale, nearly word-for-word, on our walk home.
Then she pulled out a loaf of freshly-baked bread and dove right in.
When I asked her for a bite, she looked at me and said,
"Who will help me eat the bread? No, no said the mommy."
Lesson learned, I suppose.
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Sometimes when I read about Lola, I feel like I'm reading about Lilia. Those two are so much alike in so many fun, wonderful ways! Sounds like she is loving preschool! (P.S. My nephews went to Miss Shauna and loved her, I hear she is amazing.)
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