Apparently I’m so excited about being well that I’m acting like a big dork. A dork you say? Why yes, yes I am. How so? A few minutes ago I was singing “Isn’t she lovely” at the top of my lungs…to my dutch oven. No, not that dutch oven, silly (Amanda giggles every time I say it).
This dutch oven…
Ain’t she purty? It was a birthday gift from my parents. They brought it with them when they visited for Thanksgiving. And tonight she and I will be making beef stew. I think I’ll name her. Oh, and I got a purse too. A really pretty purse the same color as Missy there. But I was more excited about the dutch oven. It’s a shame I can’t carry it everywhere with me.
Oh, and back to my dorkness…
(Amy- singing at the top of my lungs) Isn’t she lovely, isn’t she won-der-ful. (over and over again because that’s the only words I know.
(Chloe) Are you singing about yourself?
(Amy) No, silly, why would I do that? I’m singing about my dutch oven.
(Chloe) I do. (singing) I’m so awesome, la, la, la. Haha, I’m just kidding.
I love that kid.