Adam protested when I ripped his food into small pieces. He refused to eat them and pushed everything away or dropping it on the floor.
This afternoon, Lily flitted about saying, "It's often I feel like singing. What about you?"
Sam virtually tucked himself into bed tonight.
Rebekah bounced around in springy curls all day.
John didn't want to pick up the livingroom. He wanted to wash the walls instead.
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