Brenda, all on her own, raided my sewing closet (she's not supposed to without me) and sewed a heart onto one of her old shirts. She whispered to me, asking me to hide it for Suzie, for Christmas.
Then, later while eating spaghetti, she gave her noodles voices.
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...They were begging for mercy.
A week ago she dressed for church in a green dress with red leggings. Then, digging thru the Christmas craft box, she made herself a candy cane ribbon headband, a santa-ribbon belt, and pinned her favorite little stuffed animal to her front. Because he loves Christmas too...
Speaking of church, while sitting in a class, Brenda suddenly exclaims "IT'S SOOO LONG!". Luckily I was able to smother her halfway thru the sentence, but nearby folks chuckled and seemed to sympathize.
**This is just your friendly neighborhood reminder that Brenda is the arc in my eye-roll, the snort in my laugh and the Tim Curry in my Oscar.**
...Wanna see a Christmas present I made her?
I'm thinking a poster print. A BIG one.
