13 December 2007
Seven Sings
She walks around the house singing. She's the happiest child I have ever known (not that she doesn't have her, ahem, other moments). Tonight, she's cradling her little dalmation beany baby doggie; it's swaddled in a blue and white checked napkin. Apparently, Doggie (all her stuffed dogs--and they are legion--are named "Doggie") is about to be put to bed. So Seven sings:
Rocka my baby,
Inna teacup...
Inna teacup...
