Anne was born a little too soon for Claire's comfort, and has not made it into Claire's heart yet.
Claire was sitting at a child-size table this morning having an imaginary birthday party. Anne came to sit down with her and Claire pushed her away.
"Can't Anne come to the party?" I asked.
"No. Anne is not welcome to the pahty." (Too bad we're not still back East. Claire's inability to pronounce r's would have fit right in.) "But Penelopede is welcome to the pahty," Claire said.
The pet millipede is curled up dead at the bottom of his container. Claire says he is sleeping.
2 comments:
Nice inviting a dead bug to the pahty. It may be time to talk about the resurrection and bury that thing.lol
This east coast accent has us confused and ready to flee. With a 5 year old who doesn't say L's very well I'm confused. kwown. Was it a crown, crayon, or a clown? Deciphering him sometimes is trying.
Oh, it was a crown he got at school for his birthday.
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