"anything described can be described some more" **

A section of Ruby's dictionary:

"Gumption" = "Tackle Daddy"

"Moxy" = "Throw Daddy out the window"

"Spirit" = "Feed Daddy to the ducks by the river"

"Daddy" = "Music freak who plays in the trees"

"Ruby" = "Princess and da bomb"

** The title of this post is from the "Lolly, Lolly, Lolly" song by Bob Dorough from Schoolhouse Rock.

That yellow chip and the teeth report

Last Sunday, at church, after I had received Communion, Ruby whispered to me, "What does that yellow chip taste like? Does it have a flavor?" As we knelt in our pew, I whispered back, "It tastes dry; it has a dry flavor." She guessed that was o.k., but not as good as a treat, even though too many treats are bad for you and your teeth.

Before we arrived at church, we talked about Jeremy, Ruby's hamster. His teeth were too long when she got him, so we've been making sure he has a variety of things to gnaw on to get them to the right length. Ruby says he has been doing a good job, "That's the teeth report."