goldilocks

It's Sunday night and I'm wiped.

I could burn the midnight oil and write lots of descriptive words that go with these pictures, but they pretty much tell a story all by themselves. And I happen to think it's a better one than I could come up with...at least in my present state of semi-comatose post-weekend deliriousness. I just need my pillow. So I'll let the pictures do most of the story telling, with just a few hints from me on plot and props.

There once was a little girl....

...and after that she plopped to the floor in dizziness. For a few moments. Looking adorable. With her hair in pigtails, adorned with adorable monkey and banana clippies from her beloved Grammi....

And then she decided she wanted to go outside. Only her mommy told her it was too cold. SO she pulled out her best weapon...the pout...

And guess what? It worked....

Delight !

And the little girl loved her play structure. And I do mean LOVED her play structure.

And she lived happily ever after.

The End.