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We were sitting having breakfast. Annabelle had a toy horse in here hand whom we were feeding cereal. She'd kind of forgotten the horse as she ate. I'd made some stacks of O-shaped cereal pieces and asked Annabelle if the horse wanted some from the tall stack. And she startedsaying "where horsey? Where horsey?"

I finally said, "he's in your hand!"

And she started to laugh like crazy. She'd forgotten that she was holding him while she ate.

I guess stuff like that happens at all ages. Someday she'll be walking around with the best of us — her sunglasses on her head — asking, where are my sunglasses?!"
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