on sunday morning around 3:am a horrible storm rolled through indy. the wind howled, the rain thrashed, thunder crashed, and hailed danced around the house. n- went in to emmy's room to check on her and she declared that the storm sounded like popcorn. and indeed it did. our little shakespeare using simile. a mother couldn't be more proud. :-)
later sunday afternoon she set up all her cat figures and said,"they are going to the theater" i asked "what play are they going to see?" she responded, "knockdown." appearently, the stage was her slide, and she was the actor who (according to the script) would slide and knockdown the audience. wouldn't want to be in that peanut gallery. once again, a mother couldn't be more proud.
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