So I'm getting ready to go outside and pull weeds when I hear a little voice, through the monitor, singing a little something like this:
"I want my grand-pa
I want my grand-pa
I want my grand-ma
I want my grand-ma
I want my mom-my
I want my mom-my
I want my dad-dy
I want my dad-dy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I do, I do, I want my grand-pa!"
Jesse showed Sadie a feather from a bluejay on the porch this afternoon, and she brought it inside and asked for some ink. Then she proceeded to paint a fancy picture with her "quill" and some red fingerpaint. I asked her where she learned to use a quill, and she said, "It's like they used to do in the old days. A long time ago... you know, like Belle in Beauty and the Beast."
