I think I wil skip the sentimental tear jerker today since I'm more than halfway through Bossypants and want to finish it. Instead, I forward for your pleasure a story by Jocelyn:
Ons a pana tam thar was a mrma. She loved hrsalf so mach. I love he siad hr frand Mand. She sand a sang. Mand lovedid hr sag so the mrmad loved hr sang. The And.
Now, for those of you that don't read kindergartener, here's the translation:
Once upon a time there was a mermaid. She loved herself so much. "I love her," said her friend Mandy. She sang a song. Mandy loved her song so the mermaid loved her song. The End.
The story is in the pad of paper she got at Passover with the blank space at the top for drawing and lines on the bottom and it's full of stories of princess-types that love themselves and everything around them.
Happy Mother's Day,
Rhonda
WE ARE SPECIAL, WE ARE WEIRD, BUT WE ARE NOT ALONE
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