Washing
There is always washing to hang. Sometimes I help mama, sometimes I want to play. If I help, I help well.
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August
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- Spakenburg and the Zoo
- My penguin jumping tower
- Simon and Alex invite us for lunch and a game
- My school
- Happy birthday, papa!
- Clay and letters
- Gouda
- Meet ice bear baby
- Camping?
- Nienke Donker
- Castel Duyvesteijn, Island Nick, Butterfly garden
- Jim and Pat
- A saturday morning
- My new bed
- Washing
- jumping the rabbits
- Setting the table for Grandma and Grandpa
- Pretend sleep
- My hair
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August
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My big sister, Ces
Me, Leon