Assimilation

Hello, Computer.

I was very sneaky and I have hidden a laptop in my cribby, so that I can blog from bed while Mama thinks I am sleeping.

I had to do this to tell you something. I have been assimilated! Like the Borg. Mama and Dada and Grandpa have some kind of secret club. They all wear the same silly shirts when they go on vacation and laugh at people who ask them why.

At the Keys, I got my own shirt (except mine is a dressy because I am a girl) and now I am in the club too. (Auntie Ashley and Grandma are not in the club. Mama says that is because they are wimps. She also says that they regret not joining the club now that they have seen how much fun it is.)

You can look at a picture from my Super Secret Club meeting. Grandpa isn't in this picture because there was more than one camera involved and he got tired of the flashy lights.

Oh, wait. We did get one picture of Grandpa in his Special Shirt. There he is on the left. He's all blurry because he was moving so fast to get out of the pictures. I am blurry too because I was watching him.

Maybe Auntie Ashley has a picture of Grandpa in his good shirt. She sometimes puts pictures of me on this bloggy too, you know.


Later that same night, I got into my Christmas jammies and stole Grandpa's wallet.
Auntie Ashley told me to take Grandpa's wallet.
Now I must go off to sleep!

Love,

Elizabeth the Great