True fans

Madison and Ella say they prefer MY out-loud reading of Noel Streatfeild's Theater Shoes to the audio book for the same title that we've gotten out of the library. This despite my very creaky froggy voice (result of a cold that is now in Day 12), whose accent is decidedly not British. They've asked for me to read at meals, bedtime, and in between for the last five days. I comply, of course. I'll soak in any evidence that I'm still Numero Uno in their eyes.

People warn that it can't last that much longer, now that I have TWO 'tweens. I'm betting otherwise; we really LIKE each other, those Small People and I. I'll keep ya posted.