Yesterday, Ella took off all her clothes and ran outside.

Trish: “Ella, come in here! You’re naked!”

Ella: “But Mommy, I’m wearing my shoes.”

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On one of the first few pages of “Go Dog, Go,” a little dog is pulling a big dog.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, Ella. Why?”

“Because his tummy hurts.”

“Why?”

“Because he ate a lion.”

“Really? Where?”

“Back here, on this page. Right there.”

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I heard on the radio the other day about a woman whose family pulled her out of school when she was 8 and spent a couple of years traveling the world.

When I got home I told Ella that we’re going to pull her out of school when she is 12 and live around the world. I asked her where she wants to live.

Bangladesh?

Umm. Noooooo.

Dusseldorf?

Yes.

How about Sydney? Isn’t Sydney a nice name?

No. I don’t want to live in Sydney.

Oaxaca?

No.

How about San Sebastian, or Valencia?

Yes. Valencia.

So, Dusseldorf and Valencia.

And  Dora.

Dora?

Yes, Dora. I want to go to Dora.

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