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Once upon a time, I babysat a five year old everyday. Her name was Izabel. She decided that she wanted to make a robot one day. I told her we would do it the next day, in the hopes that she would forget. She didn't. So I was stuck makng a robot out of cardboard and various other items.
First, we made a head.
Then we had fun with it.
Then we made a body.
And we gave him a heart.
I burnt my finger, at this point.
Then we put him all together.
We decided it was time to take a break to watch some TV.
After the TV, we put on the finishing touches. We gave him a name. Izabel decided on Hayden. I thought it was a nice name for a robot.
I was sad when we were finished because I've grown to love Hayden as a brother.
THE END