Hysterical
July 1st, 2008By far, the best part of my vacation so far came this morning, when John yelled my name. I could hear the urgency in his tone, so I abandoned my mascara wand in the sink and came running into the living room.
Only to see Emma making every effort to ride one of the cats.
“Ride!” she squealed. “Go, go!”
And when poor Ash escaped, Emma hurried after her, lifting her leg to hop back on whenever she got within range.
Somehow, I doubt the Children’s Museum is going to top that.