"Pockets, pockets, POCKETS!" I exclaim.
I can only fit small things in my pockets. I am learning how small those things have to be.
"Cocoa pockets?" I ask. "Does it fit?" Mama replies. "Noooooo," I laugh. "Cocoa, door, close it." "Yes, please," Mama agrees.
Maybe I'll find some other things for my pockets.
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