MORE FROM OUR LITTLE TALKER

G: Look how high I can jump!
K: Oh my, you must be a ballerina!
G: Uh. . . no, Mama. I am not a ballerina. I am a pupil of the ballet.
K: Oh yeah, right.

G: So, once upon a time, Greta and Mali were playing outside while Mama and Daddy were weeding. Quinn was there, too. All of a sudden, Greta saw a real-live butterfly, gently floating above her head. She caught it and put it in a habitat which looked like home. She brought it inside and the butterfly gave birth to a baby caterpillar. She let the baby go outside, but kept the butterfly and named her Buttercup because she was yellow. The baby was named Raspberry, because she was red. The End. That happened when I was two.