Mr. Grunty did a few steps towards me. I propped him up at the couch, moved away, held out my hands, he grinned and took a step forward and fell into my arms. It's progress. And he was telling a wonderful story, with words I have never heard before.
Miss Squeaky is finding out that growing up can be painful. Especially when you used to be able to stand up under a table, but now you bonk your head when you do that. Or when you try to walk out from underneath, and you keep hitting your head on the apron of the table.
Oh...and we have a thief. Or a political protester. Sometimes difficult to tell the difference. Miss S does not like socks on people's feet. And when Mr G was standing at the gate, shaking it, she was bending down and trying to pull off one of his socks.
Posted by joncim at July 24, 2008 10:20 PM