Judy says, "Claire, this is the kind of toy your Grandpa Ken had back in the old days. Real leather ears, real wooden tail. Don't swallow that thing or we'll never hear the end of it!"
"Just sound it out, honey. 'Sess-uh-meee'."
"Um, would you mind not turning the page until I find out what Big Bird is going to do?"
"Now Claire, let's you and me and Great Granny have some girl talk while Grandpa finishes that silly book."
"Is it my imagination, or does this thing smell like Cousin Brianna?"
Over at Claire's house, we are treated to a rare performance. Not everyone can transform a play session on the floor into an art form.
"Hey, you up there. . . do you have a media pass? This is a closed session!"
When the paparazzi become troublesome, the reclusive star can always hide among her menagerie of jungle animals.
"Hmmm. I'm beginning to see a pattern. Once again I'm the shortest person at Sunday lunch."
Claire (to Cousins Jessie and Emma), "Well girls, all I have to do is sit here and be cute. What's your racket?"
"They think I can't count, but I detected only four plates on this table. Someone will pay, and pay dearly for this!"
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