The Collector

Yesterday Marlo let me braid her hair again, and then she stuck this bow right there on the left side of her head. I turned to leave the bathroom when she said, “STHTOP! WAIT!” And then she rummaged around in a drawer for a toothbrush.

“I collect thingsth wherever I go! Wherever I go, Mom.”

Dad, this is for you and Granny Hamilton: