She is in love with Uncle B. He talked to her on the phone today, and all she did was make funny noises. (She's four.) When I asked her why she didn't talk to him, she said, "I just get so excited that I can't talk".
And, 10:00 at night is not my best time. (yawn) My brain is ditzier at night, so I apologize for the dis-jointedness of my blog.
We have a small crisis on our hands. Tomorrow we must look for "baby jaguar". He's been missing for three or four days now, but she's had new, tiny, puppies (of the dollar store variety) to sleep with, and they have replaced baby jaguar. However, when she goes home, she'd better have baby jaguar.
My poison ivy keeps rearing its ugly head, but it's not too bad, just annoying. The garden did not get washed away from all the rain, and I hope to give a full report, along with pictures in the near future.
Good night. I'll try to write a better blog next time!
She kind of sounds like Pippy Longstocking. Precocious, but well-intentioned.
ReplyDeleteI always let my nephew stay up late when his parents are gone. But then, I don't believe he has an early bedtime either.