Near and dear to my heart
Somehow a car discussion yesterday turned to the topic of how Hazel will have to speak French all day when she hits second grade next year. Sam piped in that he could say No in French and then began turning his head side to side . . .
Yesterday night I was cutting out a carribean vacation contest entry form and Hazel asked me what I was doing so I told her. Then she asked if I would take her. Sadly the contest was for two so I told her I would probably take Grandpa Joe. Thirty seconds …
Hazel has started keeping lists. And yesterday she was writing out a list of what she might like for Christmas: Lego (of course) hair styling salon head (don’t ask – just imagine a plastic head with hair you can braid, style, cut, etc.) kitten At which point Aline tells her …
With his “secret plans and clever tricks,” the Enormous Crocodile desires to lunch not with but on a nice, juicy child.
Just the sort of book to give a kid pleasant dreams at night . . .
