Tonight, Baby Abey and [somewhat] Baby Henry met each other for the first time. They were both very cautious, touched noses once, and then we all learned something very primitive. When Babe-ra-ham was eating a sucker (with the wrapper on), and not sharing with Henry, Henry cried. When Henry was eating Abraham's leftover dinner, and not sharing with Abey, Abey cried. And then they lost interest in each other. I think it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
I'm really nice, promise, and I'll probably bake you something if you ask. Books are about my favorite things in the entire world. Sometimes I use foul language, even on the phone with my grandmother, and that's just me. I am a proud proud PROUD Democrat. If you think any of that is offensive, you probably won't like what you read here.