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not enough tiggers Today we changed gears slightly. Instead of plastic dogs we played with the soft plush kind that people went insane over a few years back. Each of them has their own name written on their tag and is discontinued at some point in time. She would shove them directly into my face and ask me what their name was when the name that she had just told me was right. I'm not sure why she doubted herself, but she did the same thing with each new toy. Chip, Nip, Snip, Zip and Tracker were the main players. They were going to race. Some late entries came from the One Hundred Acre Woods in the form of Rabbit and Roo. I have no idea who won, but it kept my niece occupied for at least half an hour. After the race it was time to play with Playdoh and we kept the mess to a minimum. Most of the time was spent trying to make the stuff pliable again. When she opened some of the jars what was inside was less than moist. The afternoon ended with a viewing of 101 Dalmatians. ... It had been snowing most of the time that I was there, but we never did go outside. When I first got there my niece asked if I had brought my boots and I told her to look at my shoes. I wear Timberland boots which are okay in the snow, but probably weren't what she had in mind. She went to look at them and declared that they were almost boots or something to that effect. I can't remember the exact words that she used to describe them. I wasn't that disappointed that she didn't want to go outside. Staying inside where it was warm was fine with me.
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