Well, Spills is starting to be quite interested in letters and how they go together. And yesterday she put together a sentence that thoroughly managed to articulate her thoughts at the time.
She had been rattling around the place for a good few hours, crabby as--well--a crab. It was a kind of post-Beatles hangover, an unhappy morning-after devoid of concert halls and nice restaurants and visits from grandparents who live far away. Nothing suited her, and she suited no one.
And Mommy called her Mommy and Daddy (Grandma and Grandpa) on the telephone to say hello. Spilly hopped around in front of Mommy hooting, "I want to talk to Grandpa," until finally Mommy passed over the phone.
Twice.
When it got to the third demanded conversation (complete with rhythmic pounding of hands on Mommy's back that got harder and harder), Mommy told Spilly to go and see what Daddy was doing.
Off Spilly went instead to the kitchen table, with paper and crayons. Mommy continued her phone conversation. She only half-noticed as Spilly went on an intensive search for tape. But Mommy was quite aware when a defiant and offended little Spills stamped into the hallway with her sign, and taped it up on the wall directly in front of Mommy.
It said, "NO SOSAN."
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