another whacking easter
*Easter Weekend* and I had my old friend Stella Maria to see. She's six. This means that she's still a bit rang-y, as in orangutang-y, so I'll still get hit with a stick at some point, no matter how much chocolate and freezies I deliver. On the upside, our conversations do seem to happen more by design than just falling down the occasional rabbit hole.
Indeed, she *did* tell me many fine things this weekend. When I phoned ahead, I listened to her repeat my promise that I'd be arriving around 1:30. She must have said it five times. Then she told her mom that I'd be there at 5:30 sharp. She told me that she'd read over 229 000 books, and that she had a personal inventory of 89 books about animals. She informed me that Elmo was for babies, and that she had no desire to do the hokey-pokey. She announced that she and Ray-Ray were getting married. Ray-Ray is a cat. She told me that there are many kinds of aliens, but that nearly all of them try to pass themselves off as humans first. This is why you have to rip their heads off. She told me that Ken is not (not!) a homosexual, despite the fact that he dresses like an unemployed stripper. Then she hit me with a stick.