Huck staggers out, sleep-rumpled. His first words of the day: “What does woozy mean?”
Me: “It means you feel dizzy, like you might fall over. Is someone woozy?” (Peering anxiously past him to see if one of his sisters is ill.)
Huck: “I had a very woozy dream.”
When the Godmother Asks
Yet another of life’s eternal mysteries
In a blink, August disappears.
I know, right?