First of all, lovely computer friends, do you see my fanciest of pretty shirts? Dada particularly likes this shirt. It is stretched a little tight in this picture, for as you can see, the Dada guy is using it to restrain me. He's a killjoy like that, not letting me leap off the bed.
Now, let me tell you about this magical red jug. It has Lemonade in it! I love, love, love lemonade!
It is mostest delicious. Sometimes a little bit leaks, but that's okay. 
Dada will give me more from the red jug! 
It is our favorite drink to drink together on the Big Chair. 
Here I am, indicating to Dada that he should give me more lemonade. 
I am sad when the lemonade isn't fast enough. 
No, Dada Guy! No kisses! Lemonade! Stat! 
Mmmmm. Mama is surprised. She thinks that lemonade should make my mouf all puckery, but it doesn't. I likes it! 
Don't worry, Dada, I can get my own. 
See? Now I just have to figure out how to get it open. And lift it to my mouf, it is pretty heavy, since it is such a large jug. 
Ha! Problem solved. If you cannot take the lemonade to the mountain, then just stick your mouf on the peak. Wait, I don't think I got that saying quite right. 
Maybe if I climb the jug of lemonade, I can see what fun stuff Dada keeps on this table just out of my reach. 
What does "caught in the act" mean? 
Don't worry, I'll get it open somehow. 
Love,
Elizabeth the Great
E the G...are you getting blonder?
ReplyDeleteYou sure have lots of hair now.
love
Lily and Gemma