Imitating

In Gainesville, we spent an afternoon hanging out in my aunt and uncle’s backyard on a beautiful Florida day.  All of a sudden M was trying to put her hands down her pants on the outsides of each of her legs.  She was really insistent about doing this and it took us a few minutes, but we figured out that she was trying to put her hands in her pockets like Grandpa Ron.  Problem was, she didn’t have any pockets.

 

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