Belly's essay

With Annabelle's permission, I reproduce here a portion of the essay she wrote while stuck in the house yesterday, unable to enjoy the beautiful weather because of a hurt footie.

She titled it, "I am a Good Girl"

By Annabelle Blue Butler

I will never toy with my mommy's emotions again. I will never toy with my mommy's emotions again. I will never toy with my mommy's emotions again. She's always telling me what a good girl I am, but then again she's also always calling me a stinkbomb and I DO NOT STINK. I am a treat for the olfactory glands, in fact. So maybe I can't really believe everything mommy tells me. When she tells me I'm a good girl and then I go missing for an hour (I wasn't really missing), I think she gets really confused. When I finally found her again, she seemed so happy to see me, but she was telling me what a bad girl I was for running away. I'm so confused. But mommy says it doesn't matter because that was my last hurrah. I'm only five. How can that be my last hurrah?