Dose 1: When Nora was a baby, the only way she tolerated being held was facing frontwards. Now, when I call her over for a hug, she'll totter over to me, stop two feet short, turn around and back in for the hug.
Dose 2: Pete likes to go fast in the car, and he'll ask us for it. Yesterday, he asked Heather to go fast, paused, and said, "Mom, I wish Police tickets were good."
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