Okay, ever since I was little I've had this friend. My mom calls her The Girl in the Mirror. She does everything I do, which tests my patience at times (c'mon, show some creativity), but overall she's a pleasant sort and I like her. Yesterday I was hanging out with her in the big mirror, the one in Mommy and Daddy's room that rests on the floor and leans up against the wall. We were in the middle of exchanging smiles when it occurred to me that I might be able to meet her in the flesh by peeking behind the mirror. So I leaned over and looked, but there was no one there. Puzzle. I checked the front again, and there she was as usual, which made me laugh, which made her laugh (she's easily influenced), so I quickly peeked behind the mirror again. Nothing. The Girl in the Mirror is wily, but I'll catch up with her yet--just watch me.
Friday, March 9, 2007
The Girl in the Mirror
Okay, ever since I was little I've had this friend. My mom calls her The Girl in the Mirror. She does everything I do, which tests my patience at times (c'mon, show some creativity), but overall she's a pleasant sort and I like her. Yesterday I was hanging out with her in the big mirror, the one in Mommy and Daddy's room that rests on the floor and leans up against the wall. We were in the middle of exchanging smiles when it occurred to me that I might be able to meet her in the flesh by peeking behind the mirror. So I leaned over and looked, but there was no one there. Puzzle. I checked the front again, and there she was as usual, which made me laugh, which made her laugh (she's easily influenced), so I quickly peeked behind the mirror again. Nothing. The Girl in the Mirror is wily, but I'll catch up with her yet--just watch me.
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