Collin, is a four-year-old male version of Baby Rose and his Nana finds him well.. perfect, of course. Yesterday, while we were having dinner, he looked through the glass top of the table at his feet and declared, “When I was a baby my toes were pink. Now I’m a grown-up because my feet are orange!”
This was soon after he told his mommy he didn’t want to go to Germany because there are “germs there!” Collin is exquisitely verbal and a chatterbox. He knows the name of obscure animals I don’t and thinks his grandmother is a very large playmate. His favorite imagination game with me is pretending to be animals who have to rescure other animals. Yesterday we were eels then salamanders. I’ve been a fox, a bird, a dinosaur and many other species. Yesterday I read Collin a story about a boy who wanted to be a fish. You can guess the rest.
Books have been a big part of his life since newborn days and he loves and knows all of them. Finally the baskets of books took over the playroom and are now shelved, all 12 dozen or so, in a bookcase with little space left.
Update on my encounter with the nail? Still have stitches, but improving daily. Pandora has discovered yet another life and has seemingly recovered. Perhaps it is the every two hour feeding she now demands of salmon cat food. She turns her nose up at anything less and has trained me well. The return to health is accompanied by demands to be brushed. Hoisting herself upon me while I’m sleeping and increased affections. Lesson here? I’m a pushover? Guilt for imaging my house without a litter box, scratching pads and a cat carrier left in the living room, just in case? Yeah. Truly my friends would miss this little kitty rushing to greet them at their car and escorting them to my door. I would miss her rushing to meet me when I arrive home and watching her nibble grass and give me “the look” that says, “look how hungry I am and you weren’t here to feed me, so I was forced to eat grass!”
BTW. for anyone wiser than 50: I had my shingles vaccine last week and no reaction. If you’ve had chicken pox and are a stress muffin like me, you really ought to consider getting one. Talk to your doctor. Two friends got it on their scalp and permanently lost the sight of one eye. Take care of yourself! I need the readers 
