On our last walk to the pumpkin farm for the season, we took all the tuzzins with us, except for the twins. We also took our own slippery, little Pumpkin.
A slippery Pumpkinhead who is suspicious of all the other Pumpkinheads.
She also stares.
Millie kept calling from the pirate ship, "Who wants to sail to California?!" No one, apparently, as she peered from the ship's bow for a good five minutes before giving up. It reminded me of her attempt at selling pickles.
Susannah raced with no hands on the wheel or eyes on the road.
Hannah swashbuckled. (I've never seen a more petite or terrifying pirate.)
Candida led a rousing chorus with the aplomb of a seasoned conductor.
Tommy and Cassie ran around inspecting and leaping and climbing, and Annika...well, Annika had a wee bit of misfortune in the stocks.
millie! come, come to california!! you can sleep in a log cabin in the forst- the dry, dry forest, sure, but still the forest! and bring your family! nobody wanted to come! humph.
ReplyDeleteMillie says with a hopeful grin, "I might come to your place to visit. From: Millie and Susannah and Annie and my parents."
ReplyDeleteI say, "Don't I WISH!"
wow...hannah has changed a lot in 3 months. quite the sprite.
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