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This week, I started clapping.
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I love to clap for everything.
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I clap when I'm getting my diaper changed. I clap when I like the food I'm eating. I clap when my dad comes down the stairs. I clap when people on T.V. are clapping, and I even clap on command.
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But, as you can see here, I'm a little tired of clapping for the camera. Hello Mom! I've got the clapping thing down already.