Getting Brian's help

Sally Sharpe

It was Friday morning. Brian was so excited he could hardly eat his raisin toast. His grandma and grandpa were coming—all the way from California. Daddy had already left for the airport to pick them up.

Mommy was excited too. "Hurry up, Brian. You don't want to be late for kindergarten," she said. "Now, where are my house keys?"

Brian watched her go through her purse looking for the keys. Then she looked up at Brian's little brother. He was eating his breakfast in the highchair.

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