It was a long (fun, dirty) day. She dragged her blanket down the steps, spread it out on the warm sidewalk, and rested in the long shadows.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
At the End of a Long Day
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The Things She Says ...
- 4/18/10: After brushing her teeth: "Mama, our tongue is the rug of our mouth!" (As opposed to the roof of our mouth, I imagine.)
- 12/24/09: "What does 'real' mean?" ... "What does 'alive' mean?"
- 12/8/09: "Where is the middle of the air?"
- 10/21/09: She's busily painting a birdhouse, and I speak to her. She says, "Mama, I'm unavailable right now."
- 10/8/09: "Some cats are kinda old, and cranky. And some cats are good for roasting."
- 10/1/09: "Mama, you're as strong as a tornado. And pretty!"
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1 comment:
Nora, you are the greatest! You look might comfy on that blanket on that nice sunny sidewalk----that's the way to do it!
Love you darling girl
Grama Margie in Colorado
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