Driving down our muddy (but finally not snowy) road. Brite asked Squeaker if she remembered when they took walks in the stroller. The point being that the mud was too deep. Squeaker went a different way with it:
Squeaker: Yes, that was a long time ago. You were a lot different back then.
Brite: What do you mean?
Squeaker: You wouldn't let me put water on my comb.
Brite: And now I do?
Squeaker: Yes I can.
Squeaker spent and I spent a nice weekend with her Momzie. The Daddy person seems to have created a monster by letting her use the computer. Typing the alphabet and creating patters has worked its way into her activity schedule each week. No book contracts yet, but we here at Squeakerpants.com remain hopeful.
We also got to hang out with one of our special friends this weekend. While a little nervous at first, Squeaker spent the whole ride home asking if we could go back over to their house to play again. She was particularly interested in playing pugil sticks again (maybe I should get her that provisional appointment after all).
Sorry about last week. I was a little tardy getting my room ready for inspection. And yes, my plan to return to Saturday posts seems to have not survived into second semester.
