"look Fi, mommy's knitting herself," says Lib as I was using a 13" size 8 as a back scratcher this morning.
"look! a mouse! pet it!," exclaims Lib as she walks in the house, freshly dead mouse rescued from Cody's clutches cradled in her hand. They buried it in our new pet cemetary -next to the late bess beetle- headstone & all. Lib promptly dug it back up.
"mommy spilled her brains out her ear & it fell on the sidewalk," explained Maddie to Fi & Lib when they inquired what was wet spilled on the back path near the clothesline (it was my mojito that I had sadly kicked over.) Lib & Fi commence to tip their heads to the side & smack the upper sides of their heads in an attempt to do the same.
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