I was remembering the time when friends were visiting us, years ago, and they brought their daughter who is the same age as Belle. (Daughter) Both little girls were about four years old. Their daughter was reciting nursery rhymes and cute little poems, and it was really sweet. We had taught Belle a lot of nursery rhymes, and ‘A Child’s Garden of Verses,’ and Dr. Seuss, etc, so when it was her turn to recite, we were all lost in the incredible cuteness of it all. We told her to recite anything she wanted. She looked like a little doll, of course, and she stood in the middle of the living room and began to recite:

“Mawwaige. Mawwaige is what bwings us togetho today. Mawwaige, that bwessed awwangement, that dweam wifin a dweam. Wove, twue wove, will follow you fowever, and ever. . . so tweasure your wove. Have you the wing?”

It was a hard act to follow for the other little girl.

We might be somewhat quirky, yes. But it’s good quirkiness.

And it might have been worse. She also knew ‘The Lumberjack Song’ and the ‘Dead Parrot’ sketch.

At least she picked one that was rated ‘G.’