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August 27, 2006 Another thing I never thought I'd do 
I'm sitting outside, talking to acorns. Mm hmm. Frances went on a nice walk with her Daddy in the forest (the real forest) and came back with two pockets bulging full of acorns--ten in all--which have since been divied up according to size into family relationships. There are Daddy acorns, Mummy acorns and Baby acorns, and I have been pressed into voice duty. "Mummy, can you talk to the Baby Acorn?" "I don't know what a Baby Acorn would say." "Hello!" "Oh! OK." I put on the squeaky voice: "Hello, Frances." "Hello, Baby Acorn. Are you little?" "I think so." "Are you small?" "Yes. I'm small. Are you small?" "I think I'm little." Yet another thing I'd never pictured myself doing. Along with rigging kleenexes into diapers for Little People horses and making party favours for Winnie the Pooh, Mrs. Quack and Mr. Frog consisting of squares of red construction paper and stickers so that Frances can host a proper tea party. Posted by Andrea at August 27, 2006 5:23 PM under Beanie Baby Brags EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments Too adorable for words! Give her a tight squeeze from me tonight! Posted by: Miche at August 27, 2006 5:34 PM
Oh, so cute. Have you served invisible food for invisible friends yet? (or real food for invisible friends?) Posted by: Susan at August 27, 2006 6:26 PM
You are such an awesome Mom! Posted by: Sue at August 27, 2006 11:39 PM
Susan--invisible tea, yes. Posted by: Andrea at August 28, 2006 6:31 AM
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