this evening gideon picked up the tape measure and began measuring everything in sight: portions of the wall; different parts of daddy here and there; the head, then tail of his trusty, wooden, wheel-footed steed. this is cute, sure; most things he does could be described that way. the best part, though, is that everything he measures he reports (prompted or unprompted) to be "nine minutes."
one time he did say 'un too tee fife nine minutes,' all the while holding up his free hand to display a fist of fingers each taking a turn having some kind of seizure.
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