Talking about grandkids...

Talking to Debra last night, we were sharing stories about the little persons in our lives. Miss Alexa and Jaka, both in their third year, seemed destined for great things. Alexa may become president and Jaka a poet laureate. Whatever else they may become, right now they are pure entertainment. All our babies are wonderful, but here is a picture Carlye sent with a story created by Jaka. Unfortunately the print doesn't show well in this size, so here is the easy-to-read version: Mississippi Mrs. Sipp

"Tell me a story,” I say to Jaka one evening. "Ok,” she says. "This story is about... Mississippi Mrs. Sipp.” "Mississippi Mrs. Sipp!” I exclaim, "what a fantastic name!” "Yes,” says Jaka. "So tell me,” I ask, "what is the story about Mississippi Mrs. Sipp?” "No,” Jaka says, "she doesn't have her own story. She comes into other people's stories.” "Other people's stories?” I ask. "Yes,” she says. "She comes into stories through newspapers, milkshakes, and,” she cups her hand around her mouth and whispers in my ear, "PEOPLE'S NOSES!” We laugh, and Jaka continues. "She goes into ghost stories that love to paint and make pictures to make up a story. At the end you paint something that looks like the ghost's teeth..” "I don't understand,” I say. "Of course you do,” she says. "Just take a deep breath, close your eyes, and count to ten.” I do, and when I open my eyes again she is gone. Hiding. A few seconds later she comes running back.. "So, how does Mississippi Mrs. Sipp come into stories through...” She laughs, interrupting me. "People's noses is silly.” She explains. "Yes, it is,” I agree. "When she comes in through noses she jumps in, and when she comes in through milkshakes she is sweety and milky too. She just walks in through newspapers by painting a hole in them. But she doesn't like getting milky because then she gets sour.” "I see,” I say, "I see.” The End.