Walking With Hazel: Dad, Get UPPP.

"Dad, it's five-sixty-ten; time for you to get me some yogurt."

This is how the Little Miss communicates.

Today began, well, early. We woke up and we got some breakfast, which consisted of just yogurt and oatmeal, because Dad realized that he'd gotten all the groceries EXCEPT for breakfast stuff, but we were okay. And then the Little Miss noticed a) the huge stacks of clothing that our friend Sherri had brought over for her (thank you!), and b) the tiny piano that Barsky had given her (also thank you!).

Which is why, at five-sixty-ten in the morning, the Little Miss was done up in a pink dress with polka dots underneath a cat costume while hammering down on a small toy piano.

This is to say nothing of how she reacted when she saw the Iggle-Piggle doll that Sherri had also donated. Let's just say that shrieking doesn't do justice to the sound that came out of her mouth.

Since then, it's been a matter of dressing up, sliding down the back of the couch, comparing our feets, playing songs on the piano while Dad sings along (you don't want to hear THAT, lemme tell you...), and, y'know, more yogurt.

Now it's noon, and we have plans, so we have to go. We'll be in touch.