Wagon Chatter II

(The following is an entry that has been preposted. While Mr. Marvelous and I vacation in Costa Rica, I'll be backposting here at 4under3. See you in a couple of days.)

July 23rd, 08
Norah: I gotta pickle sippy, I gotta sippy, I gotta sippy hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hazel: Saaaay, big sista, I'm feeling a bit parched. Whatdaya say we ration the water you have left in that there sippy of yours?

Norah: Aww, really? Let me think about this a minute. I could have sworn you weren't thirsty, being that you've flung your sippy on the ground 43 times now.

Norah: ...but I guess. What's mine is yours, DNA, crib, clothing, and all....and hurry before our busy big brother bikes over here thinkin' we really have something.

Hazel: Thanks for being so patient. But are you sure there's anything in here..cuz my whistle isn't even wet?

Norah: Good gracious, mini-me, I'm feeling a little flushed. It's hard work being the big sister, but a job that I must.

--For more Wagon Chatter, see here.--

Wagon Chatter I

Hey little sister. Whatcha got there atop that head of yours? If that isn't the funniest thing I've ever seen...besides that wild big brother of ours.

You really gotta be careful what you let people dress you with. Here. Let me help you out a bit. Let me just grab...ahold...of these...loopy...things and take care of it for you. Sit still.

Heeeeeey! Oh no. Hey Momma! This thing here is stuck. It's stuck good. This isn't right. This thing is never comin' off. How do you expect me to slobber all over her head now? Wait. Wait. This is fun. Yea! This is really fun! Isn't this fun, little sister?!