I could sit in my trash can.
I could be the leader of town and lead everybody to church all by myself.
I went to bed with ice and it stuck to me all over.
I could walk all the way to church.
We could have a frog in our bottom (after mentioning that she had a frog in her throat)
We could write on a pen.
We could have a campfire in our tent in our house.
A chipmunk was swimming on an icy lake.
And so goes Elizabeth's attempt at jokes and humor these days! She keeps us smiling!
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