yesterday i was having a day.
and maybe zoobie was too. because she did not want to wear her shoes. or socks.
and we were outside.
so once we collected all of the said items and finally got home and up the elevator and into the hall, i looked right at the little one.
"oh zoobie," i said.
and she looked right at me
and let out an exaggerated sigh.
she understands me so well,
this seventeen-month-old friend of mine.
zoobie and i during the great snowstorm of 2010.
(zoobie is the little girl i visit and take care of each week,
it is because of her that i get to call myself a sometimes-nanny).