Thursday, February 13, 2014

Squísh wuz here.

Squísh leaves her mark all over our house. (Not with markers, crayons or paint - thank heavens.) Instead she stacks things, or lines them up, or leaves them in funny places. I find precariously perched objects. I find items hiding in interesting locations or pairs of dollies in our boots. And sometimes if I'm lucky - and quiet enough - I can catch some of the drama that goes on in her mind. The boots weren't boots, after all ...Cuz they were rockets. 


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