A Note from Aunt Amanda

I know I told a story repeated here, but this is Amanda's note on the evening she spent with Ruby before she moved to France a couple of weeks ago...

with your daughter last evening:

"Hold still. I said hold still! (Now in a whisper voice) Be quiet and listen."
(When I was trying to sneak out of her inner sanctum space under her bed, to get my burrito.)

"Do I have to count my books for you? (Picture me playing dumb.) I said, do I have to count my books for you? There's three. One. Two. Three."
(When I was testing her sleepy resolve by judging whether or not I had to finish the third bedtime story.)

"It doesn't fit you. Put it back!"
(When I was pretending to dance with her tutu on.)

"Please don't play with that. It is too late."
(When I erroneously moved a toy out of place.)

But my favorite moments were: Ruby READING her books to me, watching her spell out everyone's name in the room on her own personal laptop, and her deciding that, in fact, Zuzi and Tigger can share us as friends.

RUBY!!!

"She's my rock'n'roll Ruby, rock'n'roll
Rock'n'roll Ruby, rock'n'roll
When Ruby starts a-rockin'
Boy it satisfies my soul."

A bientot ~