Hi! Noah Here.
So something really great has happened since I last wrote to you.
And I mean run-through-a-sprinkler-naked-on-a-hot-day good. You know that feeling.
With the freedom to come and go on the stairs as I like.
Because I’m big like that. And I mean not-pooping-in-the-bath-anymore big. You know that feeling, too.
This is such a fantastic turn of events because The Sister is my new favorite person. She is the food floaties to my sippy cup. The snot trail to my cheek. The dirt-dipped chocolate to my mouth. She completes me.
I see her coming and start singing to myself, “Girl you’re my Angel, you’re my Darlin, Baby…Closer than my stale-Easter-peeps you are to meeee…..”
So naturally, I want to do everything she wants to do. And I have no qualms about the inclusion of glitz and glam in that definition.
What?? It’s worth it.
We’ve been playing dolls and dress-up and chemistry in the bathroom and scores of other secret things that I can’t write here for fear that The Servant will see it and forbid me from playing alone with her anymore…
And then one special, special day The Sister showed me her fabulous face-decoration skills.
I watched closely as she stared into her mirror, making perfect and beautiful circles upon each of her ivory cheeks.
She looked like a delicate China Doll…
And I was smitten more than ever.
But right as she was finishing up her cheek decor, The Servant came up to snatch us from all fun. And confiscated the markers!!
Before I had my chance.
It grieved my heart to not be allowed to copy my Idol in such a momentous step of tattooery.
So the next morning I escaped for a few minutes and found two pens.
As quickly as I could, I went on a Cheek Rampage to add the very same perfect circles to my cheeks.
Except that I didn’t have time to find a mirror.
And mine didn’t come out nearly as classy.
I looked more like Scarface.
And I was mortified.
Creativity around here. It’s totally smothered.