His friend Mia leaned over. “Look, David. The line isn’t just a line. It’s a bridge. And your crayon is a little car. Vroom, vroom!”
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But David’s hand wasn’t cooperating. Every time he tried to trace the straight line from the smiling sun to the watering can, his crayon wobbled like a sleepy worm. The line looked more like a mountain range than a smooth path. His friend Mia leaned over