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Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Being By Oneself


"Sometimes, Mommy," said Merry tonight, after Martin and the two youngest had cleared off to the bath, "I just like to be alone. I love my sisters but sometimes it's just nice to be by myself."

"I know exactly what you mean," I said. How many times have mothers heard this line and commiserated in exactly the same way?

Two Very Grownup Girls


These are two very grown-up, lovely girls. They can spend an entire day in imaginative play--I think yesterday they were gymnasts who kept getting bothered by a nasty fellow named "Martin." But they had a ring which told them Martin's heart and thoughts and doings(very suspicious), could alter their appearance such that they were unrecognizable, and could bring them food and water.