On Saturday morning, Eli helped Pop and Daddy wash cars. He was a very good helper and was rewarded with a popsicle.
The song to Mim almost didn't happen. Right at dinnertime, Eli had the worst tantrum I've ever seen. He hadn't napped well that day, but still. Holy moly. It was a remove-him-from-the-dinner-table-and-take-him-upstairs screaming tantrum. But then he managed to get it together to sing for Mim.
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