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paul has a long string of beads. he took them from his grandparents' house. usually he wears them or he swings them around or just drops them on the floor. "look, look," he'll say, pointing to a sad little pile of beads.

today he sat on the floor and put one end of the necklace over his head, the other over his feet. then he strummed the taut beaded strings in between. "me. 'tar. me-tar," he declared. "mommy, play me-tar."

cam seems to think this is the cleverest thing he's ever said. me, i happen to have a soft spot for "corn-tilla."



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