The Bumble finally drew on the walls. I was cooking dinner, she swiped a pencil, and when I walked into the living room, she had a huge masterpiece of graphite scribbles on the wall. I got a rag and some baking soda and set to work removing it while she watched with great interest. While I scrubbed, I said, "Oh, no. You drew on the wall with pencil! You're only supposed to draw on paper and now there is a big mess! Mama has to scrub the walls now."
She gazed at me sympathetically, put her arm around me and patted my shoulder. Then she murmured very soothingly, "Ay, ay. Poor Nicki. Poor, poor Nicki. Ay, ay."
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1 comment:
Whaaaaat! Who told her your name!
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