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Sarah and I giggled for almost all the evening.
Usually before bedtime, before super and after supper Sarah and I would spend those hours exploring the jungles of South America and Africa through the eyes and camera of some famous photographer who decided to put it all in a book.
Yes the jumbo Book of wild life that Sarah has on the side table by her favorite arm chair
My ordinary chair is usually placed in front of her, because I was the page turner, so I turned and turned, so she laughed and laughed. What she found most funny was the silly expressions, sizes and shapes of various body parts of the animals of the jungle. She loved the changing colors of the wild birds and the swirls of the tree snakes, she wonder why was a particular snake was so very green. ‘Why is this one so green, my goodness ‘she said, wasting no time giggling, ‘and why is this one so green?’
‘I don’t know’ I said ‘Perhaps it just like being green!’
‘Well I guess so’ remarked Sarah with streaming tears of giggles and laughter running down her cheeks.
I was so very happy to see her engulfed in laughter, because I know that she was going to have a very hard time figuring out getting dressed for bed.
Sarah, having the understanding that she must go to bed, because she was tired, can’t understand why in god’s green earth, she should change the clothes that she wore to supper.
‘These are my things, now you get your hands off’
‘I am not doing any such thing, now you go on out, it is my husband and I, go get him to come in here, because these are my clothes and I am not taking them off’
‘I am keeping them, not taking them off, now if you would excuse me, I must go to bed, go on, go on, go on.’
‘I do not need your help, go on!’
As she resisted her nightly mantra, she picked up her feet one by one and slowly removed her shoes and placed them on the night stand by her bed side, she said, ‘now you don’t think about moving those things, because they are mine, go on, go on, go on, I don’t need your help’.
By this time she became very sleepy and could not figure out how to remove her socks, so she looked at me with triumph and smiled, then swung both feet onto her bed, pulled her covers up and fell asleep in that instant.
I smiled too, because she managed to do just about what she remembered how to do, and she was proud of her self for achieving that much.