A few months ago, I took Braden to get a portrait done. The girl who took his picture was named Erin. As we went grocery shopping, got the oil changed, and went out to eat, he kept asking whether Erin was working today. I didn't get it, until he said he didn't want to get his picture taken again. Then I realized that I had told Braden that we had to do "errands," and he had thought we were going to see "Erin."
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