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Tuesday, September 11, 2001
Esme's birthday
It's next week -- 18th Sept. On being told she couldn't have her swing till then, she said, she'd run quickly to her birthday, and ran into the other room and out again "uick, uick, uick!"
When we go dentist?
She also says she wants to be a dentist -- even though she's never been to one.
