Lizzie started writing me notes in Precal today.
hey. Hey Vanessa.
“I can tell.”
“I really really want string cheese.”
“Don’t you always want string cheese?”
“Yes, but this time I’m using real-life italics!”
“Ah. I see. You’re desperate this time.”
“Ah gots to have it. (that means ‘I’, by the way.) I want string cheese, Vanessa.”
“I am aware. Very aware.”
“Bring me string cheese if I remember your Earl Grey?”
“I don’t have string cheese to bring…”
“Hm. I must have string cheese. Also, watermelon. And grapes.”
(at this point, I started talking to her out loud. Apparently she is deaf to anything but the written word.)
CAN DO YOU READ ME?
Sorry, what was that?
I expect you to blog this.”