When we were getting ready to leave Mom's, I could see the toy baby bottle Alyson had brought this morning on the dining room table. We were in the living room.
Me: Aly, where's your baby bottle?
Alyson: I don't know.
Dad: It's on the table.
Alyson at first looked like she was going to run and get it. Instead, she lunged and reached forward as if she was trying to grab it from where she was. She couldn't even see the dining room table from where she was in the living room.
Alyson, sounding like she's trying so hard and struggling: Can't reach it!
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