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She is so me. Temper. Red streaks. A reader. OCD.

A massive project that has spanned three web sites and at least four, if not five, years and it is still not done. But as I move forward to document it all, it dawned on me that now is the time to set it up for her. From the beginning.

There might have been things I missed

Greg Lake, From the Beginning

So, I showed her. Who would have realized how excited she would become? Wow! She documents it all. She won’t go to bed until she updates her list. Oh, little do you know, Little One, how this will haunt you. But you will have it all. You’re welcome.

She wouldn’t go to bed last night until she inputted. She is now recruiting friends. She perused my list and wrote a review of one in common.

“I don’t like the poetry. They’re not funny.” Honey, they’re written by the guy who wrote The Giving Tree. She knows nothing of Glengarry Glen Ross’s buddy. It’s okay. She’ll fill in those details with experience.

Oh, to be able to go back to when we were six.

But now I am Six,
I’m as clever as clever,
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.

A.A. Milne, Now We Are Six

Soon enough, however, she’ll be eleven. And ten. And nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. When Momma cries, it’s like the part of her that is three wants to come out. Onions. Wisdom.

Nurture, baby!

Nobody puts Baby in the corner

Patrick Swayze, Dirty Dancing

Oh, how I miss Lenny. Progress.

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