I haven't posted much lately; I'm saving it all up for NaBloPoMo (or whatever the correct combination of letters is that signifies a vow to post every day) in November.
I give you this, though. Phoebe likes to have a story read to her, and then to read the story back to us, often with hilarious results. Last night I read a Max and Ruby story, "Bunny Party," to her. Her subsequent rendition began:
And so on to the end. It's awesomeness, as Mallory would suggest.
I give you this, though. Phoebe likes to have a story read to her, and then to read the story back to us, often with hilarious results. Last night I read a Max and Ruby story, "Bunny Party," to her. Her subsequent rendition began:
It was time for Grandma's birthday party and Ruby was setting the table. Max wanted his toys to be invited to the party. "No, Max," Ruby beplied. "Only my toys are invited," she suggested with her mouth open.
And so on to the end. It's awesomeness, as Mallory would suggest.
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