G is bringing her entourage with her everywhere! each morning more and more stuffed animals migrate into the backseat of my car, each evening more stuffed animals migrate onto our bed. I can’t walk without kicking some hanger-on trying to keep on the gravy train. I can’t get dressed, can’t make it to the TV — who does she think she is? Snoop Dog?

somewhere on this table is a little girl’s breakfast. even Turtle wants in…