I miss them.
My house is so quiet and tidy.
We're not going to talk about that. We're going to talk about blind dinosaurs.
It's a sad thing...
Don't you think?
After I got all the girls home and we did homework and had a lot of cuddles, Morgan suddenly remembered something important she had to ask me.
"Grandma! What would happen if a dinosaur was blind?"
"Hmmm," I replied, thoughfully, "I don't really know. Why do you ask?"
"Think about it," she insisted in her squeaky little voice.
"Hmmm...gosh, sweetie I just don't know what would happen if a dinosaur was blind. Why are you asking?"
Instead of a reply she ran off full speed to her room. "Quick, Grandma! Come Quick! I have to show you something."
And she did.
She showed me one of her favorite stuffed animals.
A little blue dinosaur.
That was missing two eyes.
And part of an ear.
"Did your dog chew his eyes off, Mo?" I asked.
"Yes! See! See! The dinosaur is blind. What can we do about this?"
I told her I would take the poor little blind dinosaur home and fix him.
"Okay, Grandma," she said, "But be careful. I'm pretty sure he can still bite."
So I carefully took the blind little fella home...
And dug through my button jar...
And, finally, just right!
I think I'm going to have a happy little five year old when I see her next.
And I'll have to warn her that now the dinosaur can see her to bite her.
And yessirree Bob...
I am missing those little girls something fierce.
So badly, in fact, that I'm sharing pictures of a temporarily blind dinosaur with you today.
But at least I had him to keep me company.