Rather than celebrate the 100th blog post, the Daddy Person had decided to mark the 97th post instead. Squeaker marked the occasion by being a tough girl. She was running on the sidewalk and slid. Her tights got the worst of it. She has had a busy week adjusting to being home and not being surrounded by doting grandparents and great-grandparents, aunt and uncles. We have spent much of this week working with her on that most difficult of lessons, doing what we're told the first (or second time for that matter). When not working on that Squeaker has been practicing with being very sweet. I asked her if she wanted to get a present for Aunte Brite. With out missing a beat, she said "Yes a turtle and a alligator for daddy." Don't worry Brite, I'll keep pushing for a sweater. Story of the Week
One of the first things she and Aunte Brite did was visit her fan club at the library. On the way home, Brite overheard Squeaker saying slowly and carefully, "When we get home we will probably read books." Silence from the front of the car. "When we get home we will possibly read books."
Bedtime Friends
No new aliases this week, but in order to throw off our investigators, Squeaker bedtime friends have been cycling through many of the old ones. Most notably, after a long hiatus, Clifford has been masqurading as Dr. Mugwort.
