This sounded interesting. Somehow, they couldn’t imagine big, sensible Bracha ever being a toddler
But this time, Bracha’s voice sounded strained.
Mrs. Morris took the phone.
“What’s up, Bracha?” she asked in concern. “Are you feeling alright?”
“I guess so,” replied Bracha. “But I was just about to leave the house for my dentist appointment. Then I realized Chananya had taken off his shoes again. I don’t know where he put them. Now I’m going to be late for my appointment. And I’ve got a loose tooth, and—”
“Hold it, Bracha! Wait!” cried Mommy. But Bracha was already worried about ending up in the hospital with an infection.
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