"Make my face." She said, looking up at me in the dark.
"Do you mean you want to draw your face with crayons?" I asked.
"No. Make my face." She insisted. I paused, unsure if what she meant, and then she pushed her nose up with a finger and stuck out her tongue.
"You mean you're making a face."
"Yeah," Says Eleanor.
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"Scared," Says Eleanor.
"What are you scared of? Is it a person?" ( Thinking of a friend at daycare who frightens her).
"Bears," Says Eleanor.
I assured her that she was quite safe from bears.
"Yeah, funny bears," decides Eleanor, "Goofy."
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