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I have to “practice” reading a book for Mystery Reader tomorrow. I was going to pick one book to read, so I had it out of the library book bag. Brandon said, “Oh, my teacher read that to us in class.” OH. Man. It was perfect – a nice story about sharing and Chinese new year! Well, off to the drawing board to pick another book. We also have Brandon’s 7 year old check up tomorrow. Another busy day.