see *itch.

a short story. by brianne.
as i tucked my sweet ella into bed last night, she had a request.
'can we read a book?' she inquired.
'of course!' i replied enthusiastically, 'which book?'
'see *itch!'
'what?!' i exclaimed, 'what did you just say?'
'see *itch,' she replied annoyed.
'i have no clue which book you are talking about. can you go get it please?'
with a quick jump off the bed, she trotted over to her books and plucked one from the shelf. 'see *itch,' she said again with a look of duh on her face.
a look of of course enveloped mine as i quickly shouted 'to the beeaach,' followed by a quick burst of laughter.apparently she wanted to see the beach.
'yeah, the beeeaaach,' she repeated, no clue why i was giggling.
i proceeded to read the book with her assistance and as soon as i was done and about to turn off the light, she quickly asked, 'mom can we go to the *itch soon?' we'll have to work on that one. :)
the end.

since pictures always enhance a story, here's a little added spice to the above short story.

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