Last weekend when Squeaker went to the Steel children's museum, she was fascinated just playing in the sandbox. Aunte Brite and Uncle Mack thought about ushering her on to the other exhibits, but decided to let her stay where she was having fun. The sandbox turned out to be too much fun to leave. Even though she was warned that she had 'two more minutes', she had a small fit when it was time to leave. What stopped the fit was Uncle Mack explained that sandboxes were not indigenous to children's museums. So using a little extra lumber from the house and some sand, a fully formed sandbox sprung forth from the earth yesterday.
Sentence of the Week
"No Brite. Froggy named Jacob. Ducky named Kamile" I returned a phone call to some friends we had seen last spring. Squeaker listened and guessed who I was calling. I explained that it was our friends from out west and that she had seen them twice before. I recounted the details for her and showed her pictures of their visit. I was asked to repeat the story a number of times. I finally got her off topic with a visit to the children's museum. That afternoon she decided on her own that new names were in order for her friends. Hopa almost got renamed too, but the Daddy person and Aunte Brite didn't like that idea as much.
Have a good week.
