“I don’t know what came over me…I couldn’t help myself…I don’t know…I don’t know…indistinct sobbing” (Chorus Line)
Sunshine is our five-year old granddaughter. Sunshine is free spirited. She dances when she hears music. Sunshine speaks her heart. She gives hugs freely, and cares when others are hurt or sad. Sunshine thinks everyone is kind and loving, just like she is. But, oh my, Sunshine, Sunshine.
Lately, we adults have been looking into her glistening blue eyes and hearing these words, spoken over and over in various combinations. (Chorus Line)
Yesterday Sunshine was so happy about the lasagna and fresh French bread, that she hugged that soft loaf of bread nearly in two. (Chorus Line)
At school, Sunshine wrote her name on her own desk. She wrote it very well and very hard with her pencil. Sunshine had to stay in from recess to scrub it clean. (Chorus Line)
Mommy went into her bathroom and found two straws floating in the toilet. The first 1 ½ inches of each straw was fill with a smelly brown substance. Mommy yelled, “Sunshine!” She replied, “It was a science experiment!” and then... (Chorus Line)
Sunshine found a Sharpie™ marker and wrote on Mommy’s nice bedroom end table. She wrote all over it. Then she moved onto the foot of the bed. (Chorus Line)
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| This was on Bing.com, but Sunshine draws like this. |
There is so much more in the Sunshine file, but this is all I care to reveal. It is enough.
