Passing notes

Baby understands that to 11 Hulk, she must write pretty things about him. These things are written in sidewalk chalk, scratched into spring mud on the shore of some sort of marsh that's springing back to life, and spelled out in trains of picnic ants. (Baby now shares her home with ants that seem to be good sports, and even better spellers than bees).

She does this today, the drawing, the scratching, the anting. The ants added the word 'scruffy' to her description as a joke, and Baby laughed because it's kind of true. Just goes to show that even small things are sometimes observant.

The rest of it says: watchful, fervent, rare. Also true.

Today's secret: Baby has been eyeing the wagon, and is thinking of taking it for a joyride.

Instead, she works, turning pages. Hulk works, too. PlinktaptapPlink.

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