Yesterday, Ella took off all her clothes and ran outside.
Trish: “Ella, come in here! You’re naked!”
Ella: “But Mommy, I’m wearing my shoes.”
On one of the first few pages of “Go Dog, Go,” a little dog is pulling a big dog.
“I don’t know, Ella. Why?”
“Because his tummy hurts.”
“Because he ate a lion.”
“Back here, on this page. Right there.”
I heard on the radio the other day about a woman whose family pulled her out of school when she was 8 and spent a couple of years traveling the world.
When I got home I told Ella that we’re going to pull her out of school when she is 12 and live around the world. I asked her where she wants to live.
How about Sydney? Isn’t Sydney a nice name?
No. I don’t want to live in Sydney.
How about San Sebastian, or Valencia?
So, Dusseldorf and Valencia.
Yes, Dora. I want to go to Dora.