Greta, as usual, was throwing out some very broad hints that she was desperately in need of a snack. I, being the perceptive aunt that I am, provided her with a Slim Jim. It was one of the long ones, so I only pealed the wrapper back halfway. She munched for a minute or two, then handed the Slim Jim back to me to peal the rest of the way. "Janie, can you make it naked for me?" She asked.

Explanation

Due to problems that were insuperable to my limited blogging skills, I had to delete my previous 'Small Folks' blog and replace it with this one. That is the reason why all of my followers have mysteriously disappeared.:) I am sorry about this... I wish that I was more blog savvy!

Pictures of the Kiddos

Here are some random pictures of my nieces and nephews.

Greta

Greta and I were wrestling on the couch when Greta started to pull on my hand. "Are you trying to pull me off the couch?" I asked. "Yes," Greta replied, "I will pull you off of the couch, and that will make it easier for you to get back on."

Another Greta-ism

Mom was talking to Candice on the phone and I was sitting around listening to Greta's voice in the background. Greta was searching for her dolly, Cauliflower. Finally she said, "I can't find my dolly. The hunters must have shot her."

Peanut Butter Jewly

Bessie is a diplomat. Rarely have I known her to make an absolute refusal. Instead, she will give suggestions for a more favorable outcome. She is also what our family calls a 'carbohydrate girl'. She will eat vast quantities of crackers or biscuits.... or peanut butter jewly sandwiches (that is what she used to call them).


One day I am over at Bessie's house, helping out after the birth of her little sister. For supper, Carrie asks me to fix a pan of liver. Now I, personally, am not overly fond of liver, and I was even less fond of it when I was Bessie's age. So, I can surmise what Bessie is thinking when I pull the pan of liver out of the oven and set it on the table. But Bessie has learned that one does not get ahead by complaining. Instead, she sweetly suggests, "we could have peanut butter jewly."

Kiddos in Shawls

Aster and Greta 'dressed up like princesses' using my large collection Eastern scarves.

I overheard Greta addressing the following to herself: "I look like Jesus, but I'm not, I'm Maid Marian. I'm not Jesus."