Me to Rilla at bedtime last night: “You didn’t get a nap today. You must be very sleepy!”
Rilla: “Yes, I do.”
On yet another nap-deprived day:
Me, offhandedly, after Rilla snarled at her brother: “My goodness, you’re grumpy this afternoon.”
Rilla: “No I not! I MAD!”
Maybe she’s been reading about the bailout.
She’ll Probably Name It “Fluffy”
Fairies Don’t Sneeze
I’d like to read this story forever.
A Fan Letter to Amy Ludwig VanDerwater
The Six-Year-Old Reads Vampirina Ballerina