o frabjous day! callooh! callay!
i am back.
the cute tech guy got my internet to work, even though i must point out that he employed the same unplug/switch-plugs-around/switch-them-back/replug technique i did, only i guess my modem likes him better. but i have no room for fractured egos, as i am full-to-bursting with giddiness at my sudden release from solitary confinement.
on with the show.
every once in a cerulean moon, elle takes a break from her usual LEGO constructions--you know, the battleships, the rockets, the pistol-and-rapier weaponry typical of a girl under the influence of three older brothers.
yes, every once in a while, she remembers whose child she is.
and as a nod to her mother, she builds a camera.
i knew i liked this kid.