Surrender? Never!

Dear Tante and Oma,

I can spit! I like to blow spit bubbles. I put my lips together and blow. PPPPPpbbbbbbbb! I like to blow spit bubbles. To bbbllloowww spppiiitttt bubbbbbllleees. To blow blow blow blow blow spit spit spit spit spit bubbles bubbles bubbles! Bub-bub-bub-bub-bub-bub-bubbles!

PPPppppppppppppppbbbbbbbbbbbbbpbpbpbpbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb!!!!

Oops! Now my chin is chapped.

The weather has been so nice here that Mama put up the laundry line and hung the wet clothes and sheets and towels outside in the sun to dry.

Sabrina saw that and ran up and down the line and in and out of the sheets and towels. She said they looked like white flags hanging there. I agree. Maybe the white flags mean that we are surrendering to the neighbors? Mama says no, that they may be Mexican nationals, but the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo in still stands.

Today we are taking the car to Honda for a check-up. Big sister Sabrina wanted to know if she would have to get a shot at the check-up. Mama said no, we would just play in the waiting room while we wait for the car. Big sister Sabrina is hoping they have a trampoline to play on. Mama said that would be really nice, but she didn’t think so.

At lunch today big sister Sabrina asked when we were going to hell. Mama about had a heart attack and thought for a minute that the Mormons had gotten to Sabrina. Then she remembered the Mormons aren’t big on hell—that’s the Baptists. Since there aren’t many Baptists in Provo, Mama asked, “what does that mean?” And big sister Sabrina said, “riding bikes!”

Mama says that sometimes Sabrina doesn’t know that her made up words are real words. Like when Mama says, what would you like for breakfast, Sabrina? And Sabrina says, DOE-DOE! Doe-doe could be a really bad word in some other language, and Sabrina would never know it. One time Sabrina said she would like CA-CA! for breakfast. Mama set her straight on that one.

It’s time for me to take my nap. I fell asleep in my bouncer while Mama was typing this letter for me. She turned around and found me slumped on my octopus.

She tried to lift me up real gently, but as soon as she did I woke up and started bouncing like mad. I didn’t want her to think I fell asleep on the job! She said, “ssshhhh little baby. You don’t have to bounce any more. You can sleep now.”

I think that’s nice, so I will.

Love,
Little Linnie Lou-Hoo