24. Rubber Stamps

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This morning I heard my son singing twinkle, twinkle while I was cleaning up after breakfast. I walked by and saw that he had arranged his stamps into a row – “My piano!” – he said, with his fingers resting on the stamps. It was one of those lovely moments of early childhood when a little one’s imagination and creativity are so vividly displayed. Just a minute before, he’d been coloring the stamps with markers before pressing them into his notebook.

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