Friday 08 September 2006

Literary therapy

Mom was working upstairs while I was on the couch with Alice and the lap dog.

Dad: Mom, are you sure you don’t want Poly upstairs in your room?

Mom: Yes.

Dad: But Poly is so sad! She’s crying!

Alice: I read to Poly.

Dad: You’re going to read a story to Poly?

Alice: Yes, I read to her and then she feel better.

Alice then got a world economic fact book and started reading out of it to Poly. She babbled for a minute or so and then said “The End. Poly feels better now”.

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