There once was a one-year-old named Elijah. His mommy picked him up from daycare after a long day at work and spent just a couple hours with him before heading off to church for AWANA. After riding on his dino, Elijah pushed it to the couch and pushed it back to its spot on the shelves.
Next, Elijah started to quickly throw all his books on the floor, but Mommy interrupted that and said, "Elijah, if we are getting out the books, we need to read them." So Elijah stopped throwing books on the floor and read a little bit of all five books that he had thrown. He even ripped part of one and had it taken away.
After that, Mommy taught him how to 'give me ten' because he already knows 'give me five.' As a mini reward, Elijah got a magazine page to crinkle, rip, and destroy. He did a good job at that. He was a little upset when Mommy told him not to eat the page. When he was done inspecting and flinging the tiny magazine shreds, Mommy said, "That's trash. Put it in the trash can." And Elijah went into the kitchen (where he's never thrown away any trash before) and put the shreds on top of the locked trash can.
Soon Daddy came home and opened up a big box. Elijah had some fun pushing it around and folding the flaps. He did not enjoy getting in the box, but laughed when Daddy was in there.
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