Tumble is eating her dinner in her highchair. She is carrying out a meticulous sorting process by hand.
“Not like” she declares, dropping the offending item on the surface beside her plate.
“Like that,” she says ramming it into her mouth.
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Lou
Tumble is eating her dinner in her highchair. She is carrying out a meticulous sorting process by hand.
“Not like” she declares, dropping the offending item on the surface beside her plate.
“Like that,” she says ramming it into her mouth.