MissNine: Mom, you have a show tonight?
Me: (busily loading camera gear in bag) Ya, I'm shooting Elvis Costello at the Paramount.
MissNine: Can I go??
Me: Aw, no, honey, not this time. I'm sorry.
MissNine: Aw!!
Me: Next time for sure.
MissNine: So...you're pretty busy right now?
Me: Yup.
MissNine: You want some help on your blog tonight?
Me: (smiling) Sure! Whatcha got for me?
(She leaves, and comes back with a drawing of her brother, Mr14, and some old homework that, to me, reads rather amusingly poetic.)
Me: Thanks, punkin!
MissNine: You're welcome.
Me: You're a good helper.
MissNine: I know.
(Translation: I scrape the fence with my nials. That boy is strange. I spray the windows with water. Throw the ball to me!!! My close shrink when ever I put them in the wocher. I squash the bean's. I scratch my leg when I nervose. Miss Walker is very strict. A King sit's in a throne.)
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