The Pearl came into my room asking me to stand up.
When I did she said, "Can you hug me?"
How could I not?
I knelt on the floor and we hugged. After a squish she started sniffing my hair.
"What's do I smell?" She asked. She sniffed my hair again, "What do I smell?"
I don't know, I admitted honestly.
"I smell...I smell...I smell chocolate! And I LOVE chocolate! Yum, yum, yum." And she pretended to noisily devour me.
The Pearl and I were sitting across from each other on the couch.
I noticed her digging for gold then drop her findings to the floor.
Oh, Pearl, if you need to get something out of your nose let's put it in a kleenex and in the trash from now on.
"Why?"
Because its gross to put it on the floor.
"Why?"
Because people do not want to step on it.
"Oh. OK. But...I did not put it on the floor."
Where did you put it?
She gave me a sneaky smile then said, "I put it right...here..." and she pointed to the edge of the table: where she'd wiped it.
