In the continuing incomprehensible adventures of Zoe and her baby dolls (currently named Julie, Julia, Julianne, Juliette, and Sarah), Zoe let me know that baby Julie had died.
"I went in my ship that flies up and up, " she explained, "and went all the way up to heaven. I talked to Jesus and he said baby Julie could come back with me and live again, so she just crawled into my ship and we drove back home. She is afraid of Jesus so she wanted to come back to our house."
When not concerned with the off-an-on mortality of her babies, Zoe is busy shopping for a husband, and has narrowed it down to two of her preschool playmates. Guy is shocked and affronted that Zoe has pegged her victim, but I say, "It's fine if she plans to marry Alexander. They have several years to decide if they really want to get married or if they want to change plans." Personally, I'm surprised that Guy gets upset, since he's been sweet on a girl at track team for several months and sometimes lets slip that he's got long-term visions of his future. He did mention he planned on having 3 sons and 3 daughters. I just told him to be sure to choose a house near me so I could be a fun grandma.
(If he wants exactly 3 sons and 3 daughters he should send Zoe to go visit Jesus and put in a request on his behalf.)
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