Ella went to see her first movie. She lasted between seven and ten minutes. The dad has a piglet under one arm and an axe under the other. She wavers. A few minutes later the barnyard animals are taunting Wilbur about the smokehouse, and she whispers that she would like to go home. As in right this very instant. I was proud of her. Twenty two dollars poorer but proud. I love that sometimes she is still so little. She says that she might want to try again if her friends can go with her.
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