<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342</id><updated>2011-11-25T03:35:55.500-08:00</updated><category term='favors'/><category term='meat'/><category term='translate'/><category term='funny'/><category term='marry'/><category term='fishy crackers'/><category term='train set'/><category term='mermaids'/><category term='theology'/><category term='crack dealer'/><category term='birthday party'/><category term='bedtime'/><category term='temperature'/><category term='instructions'/><category term='ranking'/><category term='the old days'/><category term='cute'/><category term='fate'/><category term='picky'/><category 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term='big sister'/><category term='tricky'/><category term='happy'/><category term='pink dress'/><category term='tomato juice'/><category term='pink bow'/><category term='opinions'/><category term='minions'/><category term='bubbles'/><category term='cheetos'/><category term='mercedes'/><category term='polly pocket'/><category term='I love you'/><category term='unicorns'/><category term='insomnia'/><category term='grape'/><category term='bossy'/><category term='stocking'/><category term='play'/><category term='blame'/><category term='curfew'/><category term='hot'/><category term='warning'/><category term='park'/><category term='the good old days'/><category term='trap'/><category term='birthday wishes'/><title type='text'>What Ellery Says</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-1556470752369223960</id><published>2011-09-08T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T09:36:44.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TOO MUCH IS JUST RIGHT</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  That Vanilla Pistachio soap smells so good!  Sometimes I overdo it.  Well...I always overdo it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-1556470752369223960?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/1556470752369223960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2011/09/too-much-is-just-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1556470752369223960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1556470752369223960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2011/09/too-much-is-just-right.html' title='TOO MUCH IS JUST RIGHT'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4710546795626041577</id><published>2011-08-30T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T13:14:22.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT'LL SHOW HER</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  I want to show Lizzie how much I love her and not just for her iPad and phone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  How are you going to do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  I'll wear my special shoes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4710546795626041577?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4710546795626041577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2011/08/thatll-show-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4710546795626041577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4710546795626041577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2011/08/thatll-show-her.html' title='THAT&apos;LL SHOW HER'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4383822889176857806</id><published>2011-05-11T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:33:31.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A WISH GRANTED ALMOST INSTANTLY</title><content type='html'>Dane and Maggie were poised at the edge of the Alderwood Mall fountain, ready to receive their wishing pennies.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What are you going to wish for?" Aunt Monica asked Maggie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm going to wish for a stuffed animal teddy bear," Maggie said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dane, what are you going to wish for?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm going to wish for a penny to throw in there," Dane declared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4383822889176857806?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4383822889176857806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2011/05/wish-granted-almost-instantly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4383822889176857806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4383822889176857806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2011/05/wish-granted-almost-instantly.html' title='A WISH GRANTED ALMOST INSTANTLY'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-9200992357431548752</id><published>2011-02-21T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T17:23:16.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LITTLE GRAMMARIAN</title><content type='html'>Ellery and Mom were getting ready to go to the zoo.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Here's your shoes," Mom said as she handed them to Ellery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It would sound better to say, 'Here &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; your shoes.'" Ellery corrected gently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-9200992357431548752?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/9200992357431548752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-little-grammarian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/9200992357431548752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/9200992357431548752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-little-grammarian.html' title='MY LITTLE GRAMMARIAN'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-469695177343573610</id><published>2011-02-18T17:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T10:51:53.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ellery had been sick all week.  She told me sadly,  "I feel a little unconscious in my belly."&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she returned to school after missing a whole week, Ellery was very excited to see everyone and to have everyone see her.  It happened to be Valentines Day, however, and her classmates were all buzzing about what kind of valentines and party snacks they had brought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disappointed at their lack of interest in her, Ellery said tragically, "It's like I don't even exist!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-469695177343573610?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/469695177343573610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2011/02/ellery-had-been-sick-all-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/469695177343573610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/469695177343573610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2011/02/ellery-had-been-sick-all-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-2993835284797936346</id><published>2011-02-18T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T17:43:04.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT DANE SAYS</title><content type='html'>Dane discovered a cut on his foot.  He immediately called Mimi to tell her all about his "short cut."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dane and Mimi were playing with beads.  A little later, Dane asked, "Mimi, could we play with those beetles again?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dane:  Mimi, could you give me too many crackers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-2993835284797936346?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/2993835284797936346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-dane-says.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2993835284797936346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2993835284797936346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-dane-says.html' title='WHAT DANE SAYS'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-2479102354612842387</id><published>2011-01-18T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T17:42:19.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE'S MORE THAN ONE WAY TO SOLVE A MATH PROBLEM</title><content type='html'>Ellery was working on her homework.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kim has 7 toy cars.  Sam has 6 toy cars.  How many toy cars do they have?  Show your strategy for solving.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery drew herself with a talk bubble saying, "Mom, what's 7+6?" and Mom with a talk bubble saying, "13."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-2479102354612842387?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/2479102354612842387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2011/01/theres-more-than-one-way-to-solve-math.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2479102354612842387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2479102354612842387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2011/01/theres-more-than-one-way-to-solve-math.html' title='THERE&apos;S MORE THAN ONE WAY TO SOLVE A MATH PROBLEM'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-5699358355204933025</id><published>2010-11-29T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T16:49:35.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOM JUST CAN'T TELL A JOKE</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  How are an elephant and a tree the same?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  They both have trunks?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  (disappointed)  &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; was supposed to say that and it was supposed to be funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-5699358355204933025?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/5699358355204933025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/11/mom-just-cant-tell-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/5699358355204933025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/5699358355204933025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/11/mom-just-cant-tell-joke.html' title='MOM JUST CAN&apos;T TELL A JOKE'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-6991792774344332623</id><published>2010-11-25T23:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T10:01:22.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IN TRAINING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/TO9cyOU94YI/AAAAAAAAADE/OPGcwfFpAqc/s1600/IMG_2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/TO9cyOU94YI/AAAAAAAAADE/OPGcwfFpAqc/s320/IMG_2184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543751684225622402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Mom came into the living room to see Ellery perched on a stool, a towel spread out in front of her and her feet in a little Tupperware container full of water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" Mom asked, bewildered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm practicing getting my feet cold for when I play in the snow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-6991792774344332623?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/6991792774344332623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-training.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/6991792774344332623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/6991792774344332623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-training.html' title='IN TRAINING'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/TO9cyOU94YI/AAAAAAAAADE/OPGcwfFpAqc/s72-c/IMG_2184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-5777370561667134585</id><published>2010-11-25T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T09:55:32.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKSGIVING</title><content type='html'>Mom:  I'm thankful I have you for a daughter.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  Me too.  And I'm thankful for good food.  And I'm thankful for Henry (the parrot).  Are you still thankful for Henry even though he just peed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-5777370561667134585?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/5777370561667134585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/5777370561667134585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/5777370561667134585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='THANKSGIVING'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-7029118902758746489</id><published>2010-10-25T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:01:38.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD DREAMS</title><content type='html'>Ellery came down in the middle of the night, crying.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What's wrong?" I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I had a bad dream," she whimpered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You can get into bed with me," I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay.  Wait..." she said with the air of someone about to make a serious mistake, "Mom, do you have sharp teeth?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Are you sure?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, I have the same teeth I always have."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay," she conceded, "I hope Jack Frost doesn't chase me and eat me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-7029118902758746489?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/7029118902758746489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/10/bad-dreams.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/7029118902758746489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/7029118902758746489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/10/bad-dreams.html' title='BAD DREAMS'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8481328919858990735</id><published>2010-10-21T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T17:08:22.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTLE PIXIE</title><content type='html'>I gave Ellery a job to organize all my thread spools by color into the new storage containers I bought.  She enjoyed that so much that I suggested she organize all her hair ornaments into the leftover containers.  She was happily sorting when she called out, "Mom, pretend you don't know who is organizing your stuff.  I want it to be like &lt;i&gt;The Elves and the Shoemaker&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8481328919858990735?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8481328919858990735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-pixie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8481328919858990735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8481328919858990735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-pixie.html' title='LITTLE PIXIE'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-7027736845249734324</id><published>2010-09-11T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T12:59:18.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE THINGS WE HOLD DEAR</title><content type='html'>I was clipping Ellery's fingernails.  "Be careful of the pinkie," she cautioned, "it's very special to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-7027736845249734324?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/7027736845249734324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-we-hold-dear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/7027736845249734324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/7027736845249734324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-we-hold-dear.html' title='THE THINGS WE HOLD DEAR'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-3909060977157861137</id><published>2010-09-03T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T08:54:07.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insomnia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mermaids'/><title type='text'>LOTS TO THINK ABOUT</title><content type='html'>Ellery was tossing and turning in bed while I was reading in her room.  "You need to go to sleep," I told her.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I just have a lot on my mind," she told me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Like what?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I was just thinking about if mermaids were real, and if they are, how we could send supplies down for them to build a playground."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-3909060977157861137?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/3909060977157861137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/09/lots-to-think-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3909060977157861137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3909060977157861137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/09/lots-to-think-about.html' title='LOTS TO THINK ABOUT'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8886182668442579189</id><published>2010-09-02T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T20:00:55.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CUE THE DRAMATIC MUSIC</title><content type='html'>Ellery and I were walking through a silent parking garage.  "It's quiet," Ellery remarked, then added &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suspensefully&lt;/span&gt;, "...too quiet."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8886182668442579189?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8886182668442579189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/09/cue-dramatic-music.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8886182668442579189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8886182668442579189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/09/cue-dramatic-music.html' title='CUE THE DRAMATIC MUSIC'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4440595211740211856</id><published>2010-08-31T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T10:17:44.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMILARITIES</title><content type='html'>Ellery was showing all the wallpapers she had saved on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ipad&lt;/span&gt;.  She has several categories she enjoys, including cute baby animals, A&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nime&lt;/span&gt; girls and pictures of food.  She was showing a picture of coffee beans and she said, "I don't know why I saved this one."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe because you thought it was chocolate," Emily suggested.  Sometimes coffee beans look like chocolate."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"And so does goat poop.  And M&amp;amp;Ms."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4440595211740211856?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4440595211740211856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/08/similarities.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4440595211740211856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4440595211740211856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/08/similarities.html' title='SIMILARITIES'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8919324066104320479</id><published>2010-08-26T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:26:59.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STILL LEARNING THE FINER POINTS OF THE GAME</title><content type='html'>Maggie called down the stairs to her Hide and Seek playmates, "I'm going to go hide upstairs, in my bed, under the covers."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8919324066104320479?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4257801336145634435</id><published>2010-08-22T12:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:17:21.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT MITCHELL SAYS</title><content type='html'>Mitchell:  Hey Nick, you know who's really good at finishing things?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick:  No.  Who?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitchell:  The Finnish!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janice (to Ellery):  Oh, your hair looks so beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitchell (deliberately misunderstanding):  Why thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Janice:  Mitchell, I really love your humility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mitchell:  Don't you think I should get an award for my humility?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4257801336145634435?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4257801336145634435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-mitchell-says.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4257801336145634435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4257801336145634435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-mitchell-says.html' title='WHAT MITCHELL SAYS'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8401070464475679629</id><published>2010-08-02T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T17:45:27.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW MATH</title><content type='html'>Ellery was playing a game with a balloon, trying to keep it of the ground.  At first, she gave herself 10 chances for it to touch the ground.  When she had used those chances, she said, "It's okay, I still have ninety-ten chances left."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't think that's a real number," Sarah said doubtfully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It is," Ellery assured her.  "You just don't hear it very often."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8401070464475679629?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8401070464475679629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-math.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8401070464475679629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8401070464475679629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-math.html' title='NEW MATH'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-3464604049746124409</id><published>2010-07-21T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:59:58.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS TO KNOW ABOUT PEANUT</title><content type='html'>Ellery and Mom were discussing Peanut, Ellery's imaginary pet mouse.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  You've had Peanut for a long time, haven't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  Yes.  I think since I was four.  And now Peanut's cousins live with us too.  I don't know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  Her cousins live with us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  Yes.  Her whole family does.  Well, not her mom and dad.  Her mom lives in Hawaii and her dad is fighting in the war between the mice and the rats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  Oh my!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  Actually the mice already won the war.  If they had lost, then all of Peanut's family would have to go live with the rats.  But since the mice won, they got all the rats' stuff.  Now Peanut's family is rich!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-3464604049746124409?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/3464604049746124409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/07/things-to-know-about-peanut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3464604049746124409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3464604049746124409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/07/things-to-know-about-peanut.html' title='THINGS TO KNOW ABOUT PEANUT'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-9185761584967284645</id><published>2010-06-20T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T20:44:57.944-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time capsule'/><title type='text'>NOT EQUIVALENT</title><content type='html'>At bedtime:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad:  Ellery have you brushed your teeth yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  No, but I &lt;i&gt;am&lt;/i&gt; making my own time capsule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-9185761584967284645?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/9185761584967284645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/06/priorities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/9185761584967284645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/9185761584967284645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/06/priorities.html' title='NOT EQUIVALENT'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8238747014064098649</id><published>2010-06-13T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:45:26.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='minions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Voyage of the Dawn Treader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dufflepuds'/><title type='text'>THERE'S A LOT YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME</title><content type='html'>Dad was reading &lt;i&gt;The Voyage of the Dawn Treader&lt;/i&gt; to Ellery.  They were at her favorite part with the Dufflepuds.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad:  So the Dufflepuds were kind of like the wizard's servants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  You mean his minions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad (taken aback):  I guess so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  I was a minion once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad:  You were?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery (shaking her head slowly at the memory):  It's a long story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8238747014064098649?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8238747014064098649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/06/theres-lot-you-dont-know-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8238747014064098649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8238747014064098649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/06/theres-lot-you-dont-know-about-me.html' title='THERE&apos;S A LOT YOU DON&apos;T KNOW ABOUT ME'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-7734499749476585869</id><published>2010-06-07T22:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:48:55.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s not how I roll'/><title type='text'>WHAT DANE SAYS</title><content type='html'>Liz to her two-year-old son Dane:  Dane, can I have a kiss?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dane:  No!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liz:  Why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dane:  Because that is not how I roll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-7734499749476585869?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4026342824957934259</id><published>2010-05-28T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:48:35.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='made in China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday wishes'/><title type='text'>NOT WHAT, BUT WHERE</title><content type='html'>Mom:  What would you like for your birthday?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  Whatever you get, would you make sure it's made in...CHINA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4026342824957934259?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4026342824957934259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-what-but-where.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4026342824957934259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4026342824957934259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/05/not-what-but-where.html' title='NOT WHAT, BUT WHERE'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-5120638910618461114</id><published>2010-05-19T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:48:17.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bossy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blame'/><title type='text'>IT'S NOT ME, IT'S YOU</title><content type='html'>I had two-year-old Jack and two-month-old Joey while Emily was at the gym and I also had a very insistent Ellery.  "Watch this, Mom!  Push me in the swing!  Move Jack!"  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave Jack a snack of goldfish crackers and he wanted to share with Ellery.  "I want my own goldfish crackers," she said bossily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You're very demanding," I commented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay, okay," she said.  Then, under her breath, "Let just say it's your fault."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-5120638910618461114?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/5120638910618461114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-not-me-its-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/5120638910618461114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/5120638910618461114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-not-me-its-you.html' title='IT&apos;S NOT ME, IT&apos;S YOU'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8288789550726618460</id><published>2010-05-18T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:46:31.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear of water'/><title type='text'>BABY STEPS</title><content type='html'>Ellery hates to get water in her eyes or on her face.  During swimming lessons when it was time to put her face in the water, she would just smile sweetly and not do it.  The teacher wanted her to blow bubbles in the water and Ellery brought a straw from home so she could blow bubbles without getting her face wet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gwyneth and Greg were in the pool and Greg was swimming around like a fish, diving down and paddling happily.  Meanwhile, Gwyneth was using all of her considerable persuasive skills to coax Ellery to put her feet in the pool, then to sit on the ladder and then to move a few inches from the ladder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liz commented later that she was so impressed at how Greg could swim.  Ellery said indignantly, "Aren't you impressed that I put my foot on the second step?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8288789550726618460?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8288789550726618460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-steps.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8288789550726618460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8288789550726618460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-steps.html' title='BABY STEPS'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-2924906897004460471</id><published>2010-05-17T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:47:12.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><title type='text'>GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE</title><content type='html'>Ellery and Mom were on the elevator on the Golden Princess cruise ship.  It was formal night and Ellery was wearing a beautiful dress with satisfying amounts of pink fluffiness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You look like a princess," and older gentlemen said to Ellery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thank you," she answered demurely.  After he exited, she added, "I won't disagree with him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-2924906897004460471?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/2924906897004460471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/05/great-minds-think-alike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2924906897004460471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2924906897004460471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/05/great-minds-think-alike.html' title='GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-3066188467701346434</id><published>2010-05-15T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:47:41.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taste test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top chef'/><title type='text'>WHAT WOULD TOM AND PADMA SAY?</title><content type='html'>Mom:  Would you like a bite of my apple pie?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  Yes please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  It has vanilla sauce with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  (looking at the plate suspiciously)  That's not the vanilla sauce &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; was dreaming of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-3066188467701346434?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/3066188467701346434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/05/mom-would-you-like-bite-of-my-apple-pie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3066188467701346434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3066188467701346434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/05/mom-would-you-like-bite-of-my-apple-pie.html' title='WHAT WOULD TOM AND PADMA SAY?'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4472491569057674070</id><published>2010-05-14T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:49:16.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sneaky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tricky'/><title type='text'>THE SNEAKY CLUB</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  Mom, you're so tricky!  You're as tricky as I am!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  Why do you say that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  'Cause when I wanted Moon Sand for Christmas, you said no and then you sneak got it!  You're as sneaky as I am.  Welcome to the club! (but not the booger picking club)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4472491569057674070?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4472491569057674070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/05/sneaky-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4472491569057674070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4472491569057674070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/05/sneaky-club.html' title='THE SNEAKY CLUB'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-2527475007934485315</id><published>2010-05-14T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:49:37.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crocs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crack dealer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoe store'/><title type='text'>MY SISTER THE CRACK DEALER</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  Lizzie, why don't you work at the crack shop anymore?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liz:  I don't believe I ever worked at a crack shop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  What did the crack shop look like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  It had lots of cracks (Crocs) in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Liz used to work at a shoe store.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-2527475007934485315?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/2527475007934485315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-sister-crack-dealer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2527475007934485315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2527475007934485315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-sister-crack-dealer.html' title='MY SISTER THE CRACK DEALER'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-3242226608077997342</id><published>2010-04-29T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:50:04.479-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bossy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nagging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chores'/><title type='text'>BOSS LADY</title><content type='html'>Ellery likes to sit at the little coffee table, surrounded by her papers, markers, toys, dishes from snacks, clothes she's changed into and out of and various other bits and pieces.  As I was cleaning house, I kept urging her to clean up her little domain.  After repeated nagging, Ellery complained, "I don't want to do my job.  I don't feel well."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I replied, "I don't feel well either and I still have to do my job."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Let me guess," she said grumpily, "your job is bossing me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-3242226608077997342?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/3242226608077997342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/04/boss-lady.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3242226608077997342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3242226608077997342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/04/boss-lady.html' title='BOSS LADY'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-1847575565051341486</id><published>2010-04-21T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:50:30.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rallying cry'/><title type='text'>BEDTIME TALK</title><content type='html'>Ellery was in bed, not asleep, keeping up a running monologue of play talk.  I was in the next room, pretty much tuning it out until my ears picked out the rallying cry, "All right everyone--let's get punching!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-1847575565051341486?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/1847575565051341486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/04/bedtime-talk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1847575565051341486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1847575565051341486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/04/bedtime-talk.html' title='BEDTIME TALK'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4416479812684947817</id><published>2010-04-15T18:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:50:48.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning to read'/><title type='text'>ROAD SAFETY</title><content type='html'>Ellery is getting to be a good reader.  She and I were driving along on a bright spring day and she warned, "Mom!  Watch For Ice!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4416479812684947817?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4416479812684947817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/04/road-safety.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4416479812684947817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4416479812684947817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/04/road-safety.html' title='ROAD SAFETY'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-3670616702134303087</id><published>2010-04-15T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:51:09.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>THE BASIS OF A GOOD RELATIONSHIP</title><content type='html'>Ellery and Dad went to the park.  When they got back, I asked Ellery, "Did you see anyone you knew?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No," she replied, "but I did see someone who would be good for me to marry."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh!  What made him a good person to marry?"  I wondered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well," she said, "he likes to smell flowers and so do I."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-3670616702134303087?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/3670616702134303087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/04/basis-of-good-relationship.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3670616702134303087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3670616702134303087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/04/basis-of-good-relationship.html' title='THE BASIS OF A GOOD RELATIONSHIP'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4100523400715456253</id><published>2010-03-30T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:52:08.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inventors'/><title type='text'>ELLERY AND GREG, CHILD INVENTORS</title><content type='html'>Ellery and Greg came into the room talking excitedly.  "We're going to make a kind of glue that will stick forever!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"How are you going to make it?" I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They thought about it and didn't have a ready answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As they were walking through the kitchen, Ellery had an inspiration.  "Honey!" she exclaimed, "Honey's really sticky!  Mom, can we use the honey to make the stickiest glue in the world?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4100523400715456253?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4100523400715456253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/ellery-and-greg-child-inventors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4100523400715456253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4100523400715456253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/ellery-and-greg-child-inventors.html' title='ELLERY AND GREG, CHILD INVENTORS'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8923244076279494029</id><published>2010-03-29T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:52:30.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheetos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><title type='text'>OPINION POLL</title><content type='html'>"CHEETOS!" Ellery proclaimed from the back seat.  "Cheetos are the most popular chip in Washington!"  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said it with such conviction that I had to believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8923244076279494029?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8923244076279494029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/opinion-poll.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8923244076279494029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8923244076279494029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/opinion-poll.html' title='OPINION POLL'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-7493564114106706692</id><published>2010-03-22T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:52:47.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astronaut'/><title type='text'>WHAT GUS AND AMELIA SAY</title><content type='html'>Gus:  I'm an astronaut!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amelia:  I'm a &lt;i&gt;princess&lt;/i&gt; astronaut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-7493564114106706692?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/7493564114106706692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-gus-and-amelia-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/7493564114106706692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/7493564114106706692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-gus-and-amelia-say.html' title='WHAT GUS AND AMELIA SAY'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-2763124496369889319</id><published>2010-03-21T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:53:12.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curfew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight'/><title type='text'>DON'T WAIT UP</title><content type='html'>Ellery and Mom were going to Amelia's birthday party.  As we went out the door, Ellery called over her shoulder to Glenn, "Bye!  We'll be back by midnight!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-2763124496369889319?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/2763124496369889319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-wait-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2763124496369889319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2763124496369889319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-wait-up.html' title='DON&apos;T WAIT UP'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-1138561124612159827</id><published>2010-03-21T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:53:33.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='practice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic trick'/><title type='text'>REHEARSALS</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  Next time Greg comes over, I'm going to do my magic trick for him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  You'd better practice then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  Okay... (doubtfully) ...I'll need a volunteer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-1138561124612159827?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/1138561124612159827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/rehearsals.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1138561124612159827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1138561124612159827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/rehearsals.html' title='REHEARSALS'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-348297540153479186</id><published>2010-03-21T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:53:44.542-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbles'/><title type='text'>FUN FOR ALL AGES</title><content type='html'>Ellery said, "You're never too young or too old for bubbles.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-348297540153479186?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/348297540153479186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/fun-for-all-ages.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/348297540153479186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/348297540153479186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/fun-for-all-ages.html' title='FUN FOR ALL AGES'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-2443089766623593074</id><published>2010-03-11T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:54:09.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='translate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seussie awards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='language'/><title type='text'>TRANSLATOR, PLEASE</title><content type='html'>Ellery said, "When I say 'Seussie Awards,' that means 'come closer' in my new language."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-2443089766623593074?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/2443089766623593074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/translator-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2443089766623593074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2443089766623593074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/translator-please.html' title='TRANSLATOR, PLEASE'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-3766461935156701690</id><published>2010-03-10T23:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:54:34.866-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='board'/><title type='text'>WHAT DANE SAYS</title><content type='html'>Dane (age 2) and Mimi were playing in the playroom when the phone rang.  While Mimi was talking to Gwyneth on the phone, Dane went next door to Papa's shop and found a board.  He came out wielding it like a bat.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can you put that back where you found it?" Mimi asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, not quite," answered Dane.  He obviously had plans for that board.  Indeed, he found several inventive ways of playing with it which, luckily for Mimi, did not include clouting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-3766461935156701690?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/3766461935156701690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-dane-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3766461935156701690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3766461935156701690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-dane-says.html' title='WHAT DANE SAYS'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4677662905203197678</id><published>2010-03-05T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:54:59.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercedes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>WHAT GREG SAYS</title><content type='html'>Greg asked his mother, "Is Marcedes the same as Marcedes Benz?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes," replied Gwyneth, "but actually, it's Mercedes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg thought about this for a minute and then said, "Mercedes is really easy to make fun of because it sounds like turd ladies."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4677662905203197678?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4677662905203197678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-greg-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4677662905203197678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4677662905203197678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-greg-says.html' title='WHAT GREG SAYS'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4377464191859104960</id><published>2010-03-01T23:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:55:13.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>CUTE AS A...GRAPE?</title><content type='html'>Ellery and Mom were eating a bowl of grapes when Ellery found a teeny tiny miniature grape.  "Oh, it's just so cute!" she exclaimed, "It reminds me of Baby Joey!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4377464191859104960?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4377464191859104960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/cute-as-agrape.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4377464191859104960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4377464191859104960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/03/cute-as-agrape.html' title='CUTE AS A...GRAPE?'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4754675924204748677</id><published>2010-02-25T19:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:55:33.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHOP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='refresh'/><title type='text'>MAY I BE EXCUSED?</title><content type='html'>After eating dinner at IHOP, Ellery announced, "I'd like to refresh myself in the Women's Room."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4754675924204748677?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4754675924204748677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/02/may-i-be-excused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4754675924204748677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4754675924204748677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/02/may-i-be-excused.html' title='MAY I BE EXCUSED?'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-2070686973795816576</id><published>2010-02-25T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:55:55.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evangelist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>LITTLE EVANGELIST</title><content type='html'>"Ellie doesn't believe in God," Ellery reported sadly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, that's too bad," I replied, "Maybe nobody has ever taught her about God."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We tried and tried to tell her but it didn't work!" she said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What did you say?" I asked curiously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We said, 'Why do you think we celebrate Christmas, then?'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-2070686973795816576?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/2070686973795816576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-evangelist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2070686973795816576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2070686973795816576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-evangelist.html' title='LITTLE EVANGELIST'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-630912215447701166</id><published>2010-02-25T18:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:56:32.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wild'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='play'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><title type='text'>PAIN AND DELIGHT</title><content type='html'>We were going to stop by Jason and Liz's house.  "Oh, good!  Maybe Jason will play with us!" Ellery said, excitedly.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I bet he will--he's a good player," I agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's always so fun to play with Jason," Ellery commented, "and painful."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Jason does play with the kids very wildly but they all love it so much.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-630912215447701166?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/630912215447701166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/02/pain-and-delight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/630912215447701166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/630912215447701166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/02/pain-and-delight.html' title='PAIN AND DELIGHT'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-7018677076393316418</id><published>2010-02-15T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:57:31.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temperature'/><title type='text'>TEMPERATURE CONTROL</title><content type='html'>We were driving in the car and I turned off the heat.  "Do you wonder why it's so warm in here?" Ellery asked with a little mischief in her voice.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Did you turn on your heat?" I asked, referring to the control in the middle seat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, but not today.  It was the day we went to Andy's parents' house for Fourth of July." (eight months earlier) "'Cause I was so cold."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Would you rather be too hot or too cold?" I asked her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You call it hot but I call it WARM," was her reply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-7018677076393316418?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/7018677076393316418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/02/temperature-control.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/7018677076393316418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/7018677076393316418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/02/temperature-control.html' title='TEMPERATURE CONTROL'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-1454699085418261625</id><published>2010-02-14T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:57:47.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>WHAT GREG SAYS</title><content type='html'>"In 32 years, it will be the future," Greg said confidently.  "My dad said so."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-1454699085418261625?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/1454699085418261625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-greg-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1454699085418261625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1454699085418261625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-greg-says.html' title='WHAT GREG SAYS'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4290913378962135888</id><published>2010-02-04T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:58:11.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>GOTTA GET READY</title><content type='html'>I was sitting on the couch and Ellery was walking by on her way to the bathroom.  She suddenly stopped and did an odd caper while spouting nonsense syllables.  She resumed her normal walking and explained, "I was just practicing being silly for when Joey is born."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4290913378962135888?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4290913378962135888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/02/gotta-get-ready.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4290913378962135888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4290913378962135888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/02/gotta-get-ready.html' title='GOTTA GET READY'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-1608752416908548765</id><published>2010-01-28T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:56:56.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='samples'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrimp'/><title type='text'>SHRIMP IS SO FIVE MINUTES AGO</title><content type='html'>Sampling at Costco:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fruit leather?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No fank you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teriyaki chicken?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, please."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spaghetti?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, please."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cocoa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, please."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tilapia?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No fank you.  I only like shrimp."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shrimp scampi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No fank you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shrimp with cocktail sauce?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No fank you.  Shrimp used to be my life but not anymore.  Now spaghetti is my life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-1608752416908548765?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/1608752416908548765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/01/shrimp-is-so-five-minutes-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1608752416908548765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1608752416908548765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2010/01/shrimp-is-so-five-minutes-ago.html' title='SHRIMP IS SO FIVE MINUTES AGO'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4407135755170075563</id><published>2009-12-28T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:58:34.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wiggle'/><title type='text'>BODY LANGUAGE</title><content type='html'>Ellery was dancing and wiggling as she asked me a question.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you need to go to the bathroom?"  I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No," she replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then why are you standing like that?" I wondered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is just my happy stand," was the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4407135755170075563?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4407135755170075563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/12/body-language.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4407135755170075563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4407135755170075563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/12/body-language.html' title='BODY LANGUAGE'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-6096341614229852932</id><published>2009-12-28T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:58:49.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ape'/><title type='text'>YOU ARE WHEN YOU EAT</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  I'm never going to eat after an ape.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monica:  Why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  I DON'T KNOW!!  Maybe it will be a trap?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-6096341614229852932?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/6096341614229852932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-are-when-you-eat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/6096341614229852932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/6096341614229852932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-are-when-you-eat.html' title='YOU ARE WHEN YOU EAT'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-5770525997088698174</id><published>2009-12-25T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:59:33.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life changing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stocking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuddle'/><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS EDITION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While riding in the car playing Christmas trivia:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  What did the three wise men bring as a gift for Jesus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  A pony! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While jumping on Mom and Dad's bed after opening her stocking:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is the best Christmas ever!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After returning home on Christmas day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  This is going to change my life forever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  What?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  This!  (patting the Dora hopping ball that Corin and Josh gave her)  Forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While cuddling on the couch with Mom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  Will you sit on my lap?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  Because I'm cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  (in a longsuffering tone)  Okay.  Just this once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-5770525997088698174?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/5770525997088698174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-edition.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/5770525997088698174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/5770525997088698174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-edition.html' title='CHRISTMAS EDITION'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-5604721408084107910</id><published>2009-11-30T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:59:53.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diabolical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Driving to Thanksgiving Dinner we suddenly hear an outburst of  triumphant and diabolical laughter coming from the back seat, "HA HA HA HA HA!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What?" I asked Ellery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh nothing," she answered mysteriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-5604721408084107910?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/5604721408084107910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/11/driving-to-thanksgiving-dinner-we.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/5604721408084107910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/5604721408084107910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/11/driving-to-thanksgiving-dinner-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-2537959058848326232</id><published>2009-11-21T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:00:18.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russian alphabet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>NOT YOU, CONTINUED</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  What letter do you like best?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  I like them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  In all the world, what is your favorite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  Well, in the Russian alphabet, there's a letter that sounds like "shch."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  What is the name of that letter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  Maybe Valnat?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-2537959058848326232?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/2537959058848326232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-you-continued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2537959058848326232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2537959058848326232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-you-continued.html' title='NOT YOU, CONTINUED'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-7897196291778569492</id><published>2009-11-21T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:00:38.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letter U'/><title type='text'>NOT YOU</title><content type='html'>In the car:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  I love you too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  No, I meant the letter U.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-7897196291778569492?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/7897196291778569492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/7897196291778569492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/7897196291778569492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-you.html' title='NOT YOU'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-6797801178449595136</id><published>2009-11-13T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:01:23.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pink bow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting dressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inferior'/><title type='text'>THE JACKET ALWAYS COMPLETES THE OUTFIT</title><content type='html'>Ellery was getting dressed for school.  She had on a light pink shirt, light pink pants, pink socks and boots and a pink bow in her hair.  We were debating about the sweater.  I couldn't find the dark pink sweater that would match the dark pink boots.  I found a brown sweater and then a pink and brown sweat jacket.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had on the sweat jacket when she spied the fuzzy pink coat.  "I'll wear that!" she exclaimed happily.  As she discarded the inferior jacket, she muttered to it under her breath, "Goodbye, loser!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-6797801178449595136?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/6797801178449595136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/11/jacket-always-completes-outfit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/6797801178449595136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/6797801178449595136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/11/jacket-always-completes-outfit.html' title='THE JACKET ALWAYS COMPLETES THE OUTFIT'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8965560690384029863</id><published>2009-11-04T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:02:07.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organized'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>NO ONE LIKES A DIRTY MIND</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  My brain is clean.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  What do you mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  The top section is "Food I Like."  (She  had just discovered something new she liked to add to this section--garlic bread.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The middle section is "Colors I Like."  Did you know I like green now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  Oh!  That's interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  Most people's brains are all messy but mine is organized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8965560690384029863?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8965560690384029863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/11/organize-your-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8965560690384029863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8965560690384029863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/11/organize-your-thoughts.html' title='NO ONE LIKES A DIRTY MIND'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8882840419145523592</id><published>2009-10-30T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:02:31.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe in God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IHOP'/><title type='text'>WHAT GREG SAYS</title><content type='html'>In the car, on the way to IHOP:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg:  One time my brother stopped believing in God but then he got sent to bed early and he started believing in God again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8882840419145523592?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8882840419145523592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-greg-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8882840419145523592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8882840419145523592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-greg-says.html' title='WHAT GREG SAYS'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4884778108443832641</id><published>2009-10-28T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:03:12.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkin patch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corn maze'/><title type='text'>I'M SURE YOU'RE WONDERING WHY I'VE CALLED YOU ALL HERE...</title><content type='html'>We were at the pumpkin patch with Ellery's Girl Scout troop.  We were part of a group of a dozen or so girl scouts and parents navigating the corn maze.  At a corn crossroads, we paused to wait for the rest of the group to catch up.  Once everyone straggled up, Ellery asked, "Now that we're all here--what are we doing here?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4884778108443832641?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4884778108443832641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-sure-youre-wondering-why-ive-called.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4884778108443832641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4884778108443832641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-sure-youre-wondering-why-ive-called.html' title='I&apos;M SURE YOU&apos;RE WONDERING WHY I&apos;VE CALLED YOU ALL HERE...'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8895786525145471754</id><published>2009-09-19T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:03:28.231-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='litterbug'/><title type='text'>SOMEWHERE AN INDIAN IS CRYING</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  Somebody glittered.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom: (looking around for extra sparkle)  Where?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery: Right there (pointing at a wrapper on the ground).  Somebody is a glitterbug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8895786525145471754?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8895786525145471754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/09/somewhere-indian-is-crying.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8895786525145471754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8895786525145471754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/09/somewhere-indian-is-crying.html' title='SOMEWHERE AN INDIAN IS CRYING'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8379536676692355539</id><published>2009-09-17T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:03:46.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anatomy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ankle'/><title type='text'>THE KNEE BONE'S CONNECTED TO THE...</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  My ankle hurts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  What hurts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery.  My ankle.  You know, my foot wrist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8379536676692355539?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8379536676692355539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/09/knee-bones-connected-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8379536676692355539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8379536676692355539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/09/knee-bones-connected-to.html' title='THE KNEE BONE&apos;S CONNECTED TO THE...'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-1986642671156017434</id><published>2009-09-17T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:04:15.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sandwich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picky'/><title type='text'>HAVE IT YOUR WAY</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  Mom will you make me a jelly sandwich, cut it into thirds, and I will just eat the top left hand corner?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  No!  I'm not going to make you a sandwich if you're not going to eat it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery: (resignedly)  Okay.  I'll eat the other corners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-1986642671156017434?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/1986642671156017434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-it-your-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1986642671156017434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1986642671156017434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/09/have-it-your-way.html' title='HAVE IT YOUR WAY'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8492768672787205855</id><published>2009-09-08T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:04:45.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='principal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><title type='text'>INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW</title><content type='html'>Ellery and I attended a meeting about kindergarten.  It was mostly information about how they have so many kindergarteners that they're adding a third class.  I had prepped Ellery about how when there was someone up in front talking, we needed to listen politely.  There was a question and answer time and, after the principal had asked several times if there were any more questions, Ellery raised her hand.  I pulled it back down and asked her in a whisper what her question was.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I was just going to ask if we could be done listening to her," she replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8492768672787205855?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8492768672787205855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/09/inquiring-minds-want-to-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8492768672787205855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8492768672787205855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/09/inquiring-minds-want-to-know.html' title='INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-223536586293624322</id><published>2009-09-04T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:05:10.917-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='germs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cough'/><title type='text'>STOP THE SPREAD OF GERMS</title><content type='html'>Ellery has had a cold and we've been trying to get her to cover her cough.  She knows about covering her mouth with her hand and coughing into her elbow.  The other night when Glenn got home, she told him excitedly, "I found a new place to cough so no one gets my germs!  Under your desk!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, she discovered that she could spare those around her exposure to her germs by coughing into her shoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-223536586293624322?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/223536586293624322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/09/stop-spread-of-germs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/223536586293624322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/223536586293624322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/09/stop-spread-of-germs.html' title='STOP THE SPREAD OF GERMS'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4095405281020536012</id><published>2009-08-27T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:05:49.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pepperoni'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranking'/><title type='text'>RANKINGS</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  Pepperoni is number one in real life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  What's number two?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  (thoughtful pause)  Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4095405281020536012?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4095405281020536012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/08/rankings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4095405281020536012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4095405281020536012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/08/rankings.html' title='RANKINGS'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4862911623243631432</id><published>2009-08-23T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:06:13.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polly pocket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dungeon'/><title type='text'>CAN'T ARGUE WITH DESTINY</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  I'm putting all my Polly Pockets in a dungeon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  Oh no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  It's just their fate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4862911623243631432?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4862911623243631432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-argue-with-destiny.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4862911623243631432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4862911623243631432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-argue-with-destiny.html' title='CAN&apos;T ARGUE WITH DESTINY'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-2355596685337385255</id><published>2009-08-20T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:06:33.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='umbrella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing pole'/><title type='text'>JUST WARNING YOU</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  Mom, if you see a fishing pole attached to an umbrella...RUN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-2355596685337385255?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/2355596685337385255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-warning-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2355596685337385255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/2355596685337385255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-warning-you.html' title='JUST WARNING YOU'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4143491466941848598</id><published>2009-08-20T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:06:50.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wobbly'/><title type='text'>OH, THAT'S WHY</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  Mom, I'm so wobbly because I went to sleep and I felt this wobbly feeling of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4143491466941848598?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4143491466941848598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-thats-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4143491466941848598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4143491466941848598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-thats-why.html' title='OH, THAT&apos;S WHY'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8878396884657484825</id><published>2009-08-04T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:07:18.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgetful'/><title type='text'>WHAT WAS I SAYING?</title><content type='html'>Ellery woke up crying in the night.  I took her to the bathroom and as I was tucking her back into bed, she said sleepily, "Uh, Mom?  Can I ask you something?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...long, drowsy pause...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; like pink."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8878396884657484825?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8878396884657484825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-was-i-saying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8878396884657484825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8878396884657484825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-was-i-saying.html' title='WHAT WAS I SAYING?'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4800586198454076655</id><published>2009-08-03T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:57:10.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSE BUT NO CIGAR</title><content type='html'>Emily:  Ellery, I was at the library today and I saw some books about kindergarten.  I almost got them for you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  Oh!  That was almost so sweet of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4800586198454076655?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4800586198454076655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/08/close-but-no-cigar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4800586198454076655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4800586198454076655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/08/close-but-no-cigar.html' title='CLOSE BUT NO CIGAR'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-5273112823603922269</id><published>2009-07-27T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:24:07.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIZE MATTERS</title><content type='html'>Ellery is always looking for an excuse to get out of bed.  The other night, she came out and said plaintively, "Guys, my hand is itchy." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Well, scratch it!" I replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I can't scratch it with these little fingers!" she retorted indignantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave it a good scratch with my big fingers, she gave a contented sigh, and headed back to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-5273112823603922269?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/5273112823603922269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/07/size-matters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/5273112823603922269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/5273112823603922269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/07/size-matters.html' title='SIZE MATTERS'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-4800536204395312184</id><published>2009-07-21T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:02:52.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAVEN ON EARTH</title><content type='html'>Ellery was going to visit Grandma Vi and said in anticipation, "Mom, you know what I like about going to Grandma's house?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No, what?" I replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery's eyes looked dreamily off in the distance and her voice took on a tone of wonderment as if she were anticipating a trip to Fairyland.  "She never makes me clean!" she marveled.  "I always make a mess and I never have to clean it up!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-4800536204395312184?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/4800536204395312184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/07/heaven-on-earth.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4800536204395312184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/4800536204395312184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/07/heaven-on-earth.html' title='HEAVEN ON EARTH'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8967821251408159530</id><published>2009-07-20T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:06:19.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKE THIS DOWN</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  Mom, will you write something down for me?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  Sure, what is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  It's a list of what I need to make my new invention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  Okay.  Go ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;- a mystery part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;- I really, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; need some bandages in case it breaks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;- a cup with juice in it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;- a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8967821251408159530?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8967821251408159530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-this-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8967821251408159530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8967821251408159530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/07/take-this-down.html' title='TAKE THIS DOWN'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-7453401996132603329</id><published>2009-07-19T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:16:12.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S ALWAYS SOMETHING</title><content type='html'>We were on our way to Bixby's faraway birthday party.  Ellery was already disconsolate due to receiving four shots the previous day.  After we'd been driving for almost an hour, she asked her sister woefully, "Liz?  Are we in the middle of nowhere?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, Ellery.  Yes we are."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"That's my problem!" she burst out in despair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-7453401996132603329?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/7453401996132603329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-always-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/7453401996132603329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/7453401996132603329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-always-something.html' title='IT&apos;S ALWAYS SOMETHING'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-1198334756841143119</id><published>2009-07-10T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:40:12.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOTTA HAVE FAITH</title><content type='html'>After I nagged Ellery to clean up her clutter one too many times:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  Did you hear me praying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  No.  What were you praying about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  I was praying that you would like messes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-1198334756841143119?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/1198334756841143119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/07/gotta-have-faith.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1198334756841143119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1198334756841143119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/07/gotta-have-faith.html' title='GOTTA HAVE FAITH'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-1119104197329917852</id><published>2009-07-08T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:08:41.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAIN POWER</title><content type='html'>The garage door was not working properly and Glenn was working on fixing it.  It was time for me to go.  I headed out to the garage and Ellery said, "You can't go!  The door doesn't work!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh no!" I replied.  "What should I do?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't know," said Ellery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can you think of an idea?" I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Okay, I'll try," she said.  "I'm going to think big!  You'd better stand back."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-1119104197329917852?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/1119104197329917852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/07/brain-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1119104197329917852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1119104197329917852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/07/brain-power.html' title='BRAIN POWER'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-6136820087219524260</id><published>2009-06-21T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:00:59.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN MY OWN SWEET TIME</title><content type='html'>Glenn was urging Ellery to get ready for bed and she was, as usual, distracted by many things on the way to the bathroom to brush her teeth.  As Glenn kept directing her to the job at hand, Ellery said reproachfully, "In all my life, I have never heard someone so bossy!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-6136820087219524260?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/6136820087219524260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-my-own-sweet-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/6136820087219524260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/6136820087219524260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-my-own-sweet-time.html' title='IN MY OWN SWEET TIME'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-3793791153879081349</id><published>2009-06-19T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:43:12.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INNOVATIONS</title><content type='html'>"Mama, what did they do before they invented fun?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-3793791153879081349?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/3793791153879081349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/06/innovations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3793791153879081349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3793791153879081349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/06/innovations.html' title='INNOVATIONS'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8782220075919299176</id><published>2009-06-17T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:17:26.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A DIFFERENCE IN PERCEPTION</title><content type='html'>We were on the way to IKEA with Emily and Jack when Ellery said matter-of-factly to Emily, "Do you smell something awful?  If you do, it's my dress.  It stayed in the washer for a long time and didn't go in the dryer."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Backstory:  Ellery picked out her own clothes and she picked one of her favorite short-sleeved dresses.  I sniffed it and said, "Oh, this doesn't smell very good (explaining about being wet for too long), shall we put it in the wash?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery sniffed it and replied, "I think it smells &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt;!"  I want to wear it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8782220075919299176?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8782220075919299176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/06/difference-in-perception.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8782220075919299176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8782220075919299176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/06/difference-in-perception.html' title='A DIFFERENCE IN PERCEPTION'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-5984460540232027091</id><published>2009-06-10T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:49:52.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOKING FORWARD TO KINDERGARTEN</title><content type='html'>We were headed for Garfield Elementary where there was to be an orientation for incoming kindergarteners.  Ellery was talking about what she hoped would happen.  I can't remember her exact words but she was hoping she would be "teachened."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-5984460540232027091?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/5984460540232027091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/06/looking-forward-to-kindergarten.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/5984460540232027091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/5984460540232027091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/06/looking-forward-to-kindergarten.html' title='LOOKING FORWARD TO KINDERGARTEN'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-7629263097478218751</id><published>2009-06-04T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:35:02.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE-YEAR-OLD EDITION</title><content type='html'>Ellery was looking forward to seeing her friend Olivia for the first time since she turned five.  "I hope I'm taller than her now," she said.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly, Olivia was still three inches taller than Ellery, just like she was when Ellery was four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery tipped over on her stool and the stool fell on top of her.  "Things like that happen all the time to five-year-olds," she said tearfully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-7629263097478218751?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/7629263097478218751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/06/five-year-old-edition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/7629263097478218751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/7629263097478218751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/06/five-year-old-edition.html' title='FIVE-YEAR-OLD EDITION'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-6689630315294436529</id><published>2009-05-28T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:00:17.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH, THE INJUSTICE!</title><content type='html'>I let Ellery stay up a little later than usual because she was so full of high spirits and fun.  When I said it was time for bed, she travelled the distance from the living room to her bedroom on her knees, pleading, "Mercy!  Mercy!  Please, mercy!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-6689630315294436529?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/6689630315294436529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-injustice.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/6689630315294436529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/6689630315294436529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-injustice.html' title='OH, THE INJUSTICE!'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-858480057539689974</id><published>2009-05-20T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:24:07.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRESCHOOL WAS GREAT BUT...</title><content type='html'>An excerpt from Ellery's goodbye/thank you card to her preschool teacher, Mrs. VandenBosch:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...and I wish we could have done unicorn for U instead of umbrella because I like unicorns."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-858480057539689974?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/858480057539689974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/05/preschool-was-great-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/858480057539689974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/858480057539689974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/05/preschool-was-great-but.html' title='PRESCHOOL WAS GREAT BUT...'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-1918644538867729719</id><published>2009-05-20T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:23:22.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT</title><content type='html'>We were headed out to the grocery store when Ellery dawdled in the alley.  "Let's go, honey!"  I urged.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh!  Sorry Mom!" she replied.  "I was just practicing my pink flower Spring power moves."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-1918644538867729719?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/1918644538867729719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/05/practice-makes-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1918644538867729719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1918644538867729719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/05/practice-makes-perfect.html' title='PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-225398213668699269</id><published>2009-05-16T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:50:29.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FASHION EXPERT</title><content type='html'>Ellery and Mom were getting ready to go to a yard sale with Dane and Liz.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do you need a jacket?" I asked her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, I think so," she replied.  Then in an instructive tone she added, "Because the coat always completes the outfit."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-225398213668699269?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/225398213668699269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/05/fashion-expert.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/225398213668699269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/225398213668699269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/05/fashion-expert.html' title='FASHION EXPERT'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-826595401648927377</id><published>2009-05-11T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:07:10.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOTHER'S DAY</title><content type='html'>Ellery's Mother's Day card as dictated to Emily:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love Mommy.  Jackson has a balloon and I'm getting an orange smoothie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily: &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What do you want to tell Mom about how much you love her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Tons.  All the way up to my love line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emily:  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you Mom for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;...the food that you cook for me for dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for playing with me when Dane comes here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for being my mommy forever and ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And write a picture of me and her hugging each other, will ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-826595401648927377?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/826595401648927377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/826595401648927377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/826595401648927377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='MOTHER&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8292079187022058926</id><published>2009-05-06T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:59:40.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BE KIND TO YOURSELF</title><content type='html'>Ellery was speaking softly and tenderly to her freshly scraped knee:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm sorry I falled and hurt you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8292079187022058926?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8292079187022058926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/05/be-kind-to-yourself.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8292079187022058926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8292079187022058926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/05/be-kind-to-yourself.html' title='BE KIND TO YOURSELF'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-1317606031524826580</id><published>2009-05-03T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:36:33.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A BUDDING SONGWRITER</title><content type='html'>Ellery was humming quietly to herself and then she brightened and said, "Mom I made up a song that has two parts.  Do you want to sing it with me?"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Of course!" I replied.  "What's my part?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a little shimmy of her shoulders, she instructed, "Possible...Possible...Possible..." giving it a jazzy rhythm with a questioning emphasis on the last syllable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I imitated as well as I could, including the sassy shake of the shoulders as Ellery joined in with her part, alternating with mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cracker!  Cracker!  Cracker!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-1317606031524826580?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/1317606031524826580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/05/budding-songwriter.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1317606031524826580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1317606031524826580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/05/budding-songwriter.html' title='A BUDDING SONGWRITER'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-43869582537537509</id><published>2009-04-28T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:03:42.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE POWER OF ADVERTISING</title><content type='html'>Ellery looked up from the TV show she was watching and said, "Mom, can you buy me goosey goose?"  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Using my translating skills, I asked, "Juicy juice?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes," she answered, "So I can shine a little more?  Please?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-43869582537537509?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/43869582537537509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/04/power-of-advertising.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/43869582537537509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/43869582537537509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/04/power-of-advertising.html' title='THE POWER OF ADVERTISING'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-3289190162436845692</id><published>2009-04-12T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:08:34.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIOLOGY 101?</title><content type='html'>Ellery:  How do mermaids sleep?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  I'm not sure.  Maybe it's kind of like how fish sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  How do fish sleep?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom:  I'm not sure.  I think they kind of just slow down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  But Mom, if you had a robot fish and you put it in the water, it would do everything you command.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-3289190162436845692?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/3289190162436845692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/04/biology-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3289190162436845692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3289190162436845692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/04/biology-101.html' title='BIOLOGY 101?'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8055722355860992199</id><published>2009-04-12T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:05:59.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPOKEN LIKE A TRUE SHIKSA</title><content type='html'>Singing in the car:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I've got the goy, goy, goy, goy down in my heart..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8055722355860992199?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8055722355860992199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/04/spoken-like-true-shiksa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8055722355860992199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8055722355860992199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/04/spoken-like-true-shiksa.html' title='SPOKEN LIKE A TRUE SHIKSA'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8479085352089432155</id><published>2009-04-10T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:35:50.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW'S MY CHANCE!</title><content type='html'>After being led astray by mapquest, we found our way again, thanks to Glenn's GPS.  When we got to an area that looked familiar, Ellery said, "Finally, we're back to normal."  After a brief pause, she said, "I've always wanted to say that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8479085352089432155?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8479085352089432155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/04/nows-my-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8479085352089432155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8479085352089432155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/04/nows-my-chance.html' title='NOW&apos;S MY CHANCE!'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-1955500705464888959</id><published>2009-04-05T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:11:15.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSLATOR, PLEASE</title><content type='html'>How Ellery says certain words:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flee = Three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kitten = Chicken (especially interesting when ordering chicken nuggets)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gunda Gim (hard Gs on both) = Jungle Gym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ginda Bells = Jingle Bells&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mine = My ("Mine eye! Mine eye!" or "Sometimes mine panties get stuck in mine butt")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lemlade = Lemonade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keets = Cheeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dup = Jump &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fetid Keys = Feta Cheese (she loves it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-1955500705464888959?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/1955500705464888959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/04/translator-please.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1955500705464888959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1955500705464888959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/04/translator-please.html' title='TRANSLATOR, PLEASE'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-6223864521713125025</id><published>2009-04-05T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:44:57.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW EVERY MORNING</title><content type='html'>Ellery said, "Every night my nose grows new boogers and I have to pick them out."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-6223864521713125025?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/6223864521713125025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-every-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/6223864521713125025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/6223864521713125025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-every-morning.html' title='NEW EVERY MORNING'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-5624150050380467804</id><published>2009-04-05T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:07:40.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><title type='text'>WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?</title><content type='html'>I noticed Ellery out of the corner of my eye, hopping and dancing around.  I didn't pay much attention until she said plaintively, "Mom, I keep trying to fly but I just can't!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-5624150050380467804?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/5624150050380467804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-am-i-doing-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/5624150050380467804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/5624150050380467804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-am-i-doing-wrong.html' title='WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-1119866589633686870</id><published>2009-04-01T22:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:08:12.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instructions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='important questions'/><title type='text'>CARIBBEAN EDITION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ellery was ready for bed and sitting on her bunk in our cabin.  She looked solemnly at Anne and said, "GrAnne, I need to ask you something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You can ask me anything," Anne answered encouragingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(pregnant pause)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What's two plus nine?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Geordie had given Ellery a little gift bag that included an candy dispenser that had a fan on it.  Ellery was eager to use it and she asked, "Mom, can you read the destructions?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg was sitting on Gwyneth's lap and looking across the table at Grandma Jean.  He noted that her cross was broken.  Gwyneth didn't think it was but Greg was sure.  After a moment, he said, consolingly, "Well, at least she's still a Christian."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-1119866589633686870?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/1119866589633686870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/04/caribbean-edition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1119866589633686870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/1119866589633686870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/04/caribbean-edition.html' title='CARIBBEAN EDITION'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-3791560345995068515</id><published>2009-03-17T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:08:32.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise maker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday party'/><title type='text'>NO, MOM, NO! DON'T SIT ON THAT</title><content type='html'>After Amelia's Birthday Party&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mom, you're sitting on my party noiser!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-3791560345995068515?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/3791560345995068515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-mom-no-dont-sit-on-that.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3791560345995068515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/3791560345995068515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-mom-no-dont-sit-on-that.html' title='NO, MOM, NO! DON&apos;T SIT ON THAT'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1948482994151626342.post-8097816743055818532</id><published>2009-03-04T23:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T21:08:55.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the old days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tomato juice'/><title type='text'>BACK IN THE OLD DAYS</title><content type='html'>Glenn was tucking Ellery into bed and telling her a story about when he was a boy.  She loves to hear about things that happened when he was little.  Tonight's story was about Dad's dog Laddie. Laddie had gotten tangled up with a skunk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad:  ...and then I had to give Laddie a bath in tomato juice to try and get rid of the smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ellery:  Oh, right.  Because you didn't have water back then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1948482994151626342-8097816743055818532?l=whatellerysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/feeds/8097816743055818532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-in-old-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8097816743055818532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1948482994151626342/posts/default/8097816743055818532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatellerysays.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-in-old-days.html' title='BACK IN THE OLD DAYS'/><author><name>Ellery</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04919394666306876140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AuRsbxzjwG8/SbDLV4Zkx-I/AAAAAAAAABo/8feR7ifk1WU/S220/IMG_0931.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
