We went to The Butterfly Place* today, and on the way home Nora would not stop whining and crying and moaning and groaning. (Note: for "moaning and groaning" read "shrieking very loudly and shrilly.") "What is wrong with her?" we said. "Sheesh, Nora! What is wrong with you?"
Then we got home and she consumed four ounces of water, three of four slices of cucumber, a scrambled egg with cheese, a handful of cherries, and two huge chunks of tomato. She washed it all down with some milk.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," we said.