journal

My niece Piper — who now has her own category on this here blog and rightly so — keeps a journal now.

Yes, it’s true. If you remember, though, she’s in kindergarten and doesn’t know how to write very well yet or, really, how to read very well yet; still, she has a journal and it makes my heart just blaze to even think of it.

Apparently, she wrote a bunch of stuff out recently and I imagine it was, well, fairly free form, so she was frustrated later when she went to (sorta) read it all back to herself.

So now — my sister takes down Piper’s journal as dictation. Which, again, makes my heart go all blazey.

Her latest installment was about her cousin-in-utero. (Sister-in-law is newly pregnant.) According to my sister, who dutifully took it all down, it went something like this:

Hi!

I hope that Aunt A’s baby is healthy and comes out of her tummy okay. And I really hope that Uncle S will send me a picture of the baby. Also, I will give the baby some of my toys — but not the ones that aren’t safe for babies, okay?

Okay, kiddo. Annnything you say.