The other morning, I went to my daughter's room to wake her up. She was dead asleep, nestled into her quilts. I spoke her name, and instantly she was upright, her dark eyes darting with merriment. She even did this nutty snap-that-turns-into-a-finger-gun thing, like someone warming up the crowd at the Voulez Vous Lounge in Eureka Springs, AR : "Hey, there, Mama-jama! No sleepyheads here! How ya doing this beautiful A in the M? Don't forget to tip your waitress!"
Where we got her was, see, one day this giant seed pod drifted out of the sky and into the back yard, and when we opened it up, she was inside, wide awake. The only thing we can guess is that she is a foundling from...READ MORE