Hey, there! I had muffins for breakfast and then I sneaked another one while Meema was washing the dishes. I an a muffin-eating girl, she says and we sing the song about Do you know the muffin man? but we say muffin girl instead.
It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood so we went out to the porch and took my paints.
Painting allows me to express myself. I also sometimes express myself with yoghurt on the table when I am eating but it makes Meema fussy. She has a limited appreciation for experimental art, I'm afraid.
Sometimes I paint with my left hand . . .
When I have done enough art, I go watch the fish.
They are called goldfish but they are not gold. Some are white and some are orangy-red and some are spotted. Also there is a frog.
I am glad the days are warmer now--it it good for Meema to get out. I think it helps her not be so fussy.