A month again, really? Anyway this time I thought I'd change the perspective a bit. If I can type fast enough to keep up with her ranting. In the life of a 4 year old, Charlotte had a, well, "catastrophe weekend".

"Daisy chewed up my Crapes Suezette, she was my favorite rockaberry doll."

What happened to her?

"A big mess, Daisy ate one of her hands off and put holes in her feet, Mommy had to cover her up with shoes and clothes, so I can't see the owies. First I put her in the trash then mommy fixed her, I cried- because I loved her."

What else happend this weekend?

"Well uh- We played at the cabin. I went fishing, Daddy catcheded 5 fish, my pole didn't catch any but don't type that."

What happend when mommy was at Canton?

"I fell in the water shhh, I don't know how it happend. I took a rest on Nana's chair. It leaned over and I fell off the dock"

Where you okay?

"NO! I fell under and so did the chair"

"Papa saved me, from under the water, like really fast"

"Nana gave me a bath and dry clothes and got the stuff off."

"Then when you came back we roasted hot dogs and marshmellllows!"

And now of course she's ran off with her imaginary friend Frosty Puff, so no more interview. At any other time she would have continued talking non- stop.

Anyways we survived and there's not a mark on her. She making lots of jokes about it so I'm sure she's fine. What a weekend!