Price, a boy in Luke's class, is one of his many "best friends". Luke talks about Price all the time and loves to write his name. Because Luke's always spelling Price's name, I call him by the letters of his name, "P-r-i-c-e." Yesterday Price came over to play, and the boys had such a good time with each other. They're so silly together, and it's a hoot to listen to their conversations. One intense conversation was about what color Woody's skin is. Luke said it was yellow, but Price disagreed. Then Luke tried to prove his point by showing Price his own hand and saying, "See, I'm yellow." Then he pointed to one of his joints and stated that this particular part of his hand was khaki which, according to Luke, is a tricky color. I just listened and laughed at the whole thing. They spent about an hour outside pouring most of the sand from the sand table down the hole that holds the umbrella. They said it was an ice cream machine. What imaginations!
Price and Luke acting silly - of course - at snack time.
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