MonsterFool

At last the Busy Lizzie has bloomed.

Hamza, Esme, and Sam go for a ride at St. Ann’s Well Gardens.

Mom-Mom and Granddaddy’s cat, Ren, passed away yesterday. Sam’s been drawing pictures of him so we’ll remember him.

Today I stashed a bunch of sentences around the flat, and wrote a one-word clue for each one. The game: Sam would pick a clue at random, then use it to find a sentence. Once she’d found and correctly read aloud the sentence, she would get the next clue. The clue for the sentence above was: Sink. When put in the correct order, the sentences made a story. We ran out of sentences and clues long before she got tired of the game. Then, predictably, she wanted to make a sentence hunt for me. I was amused to find a scrap of paper in my bed that read, “Tex will skip.” Skip what? Why? Where? I am anxiously awaiting the rest of the story. But will I find the next installment in the bed, the sink, the tub? Luckily Sam can’t read or spell “toilet” yet.

“And that was the beginning of the game called Pooh-sticks, which Pooh invented, and which he
and his friends used to play on the edge on the Forest. But they played with sticks instead of fir-cones,
because they were easier to mark.”

–A.A. Milne. The House at Pooh Corner. Chapter 6.