“Princess Pattern”
Della Write and Illustrated
(With some help from me.)

He is called Cochise, named for “the last great American Indian chief to die free and absolutely unconquered.”

Cows moooo’ved into the field across the street. 

They say the ditch won’t run as long as the cows are there because the cows would destroy the ditch. So, feelings are mixed.

Last night. (Sorry to exploit the fires by using their smoke to make a pretty picture. I am totally not pro fire.)

Della was upset because Labor Day was coming up and Labor Day is a celebration of workers and she doesn’t work.

Steve: Are you talking to George, Della?

Della: No. I’m talking to everyone. Like I’m on the radio.

Della: Carson said my hair looks beautiful when I run in the wind.

Della: My spirit animal is kitties, lions, cheetahs, elephants, and vultures.

Me: Hmm, why vultures?

Della: Because they eat dead people and like stinky smells.

Della was telling me about having fun with Jackson on the playground. I said, “Oh that’s nice, what were you playing?” She said, “We weren’t playing. We were spending time together.”

Della calls me from the back room. I come running. She says, can you get me water with ice? I sigh and roll my eyes and go get it for her. When I hand it over she says, I love you. I say, oh that’s sweet of you to say. She says, I feel like I’m using you like a servant. I say, yeah kind of. She says, when you made that noise – sigh – it kind of sounded like that. I said, yeah you’re right, you’re very smart.

Della: I feel like the yellow crayon.

Me: What does the yellow crayon feel like?

Della: She worries she’s not perfect.

Della: I’m wrapping stuffed animals in coats. Because I’m going to a wedding. And the person who’s getting married is me.

Della: [Justin Bieber] said something about making mistakes.

Me: Yep, everybody makes them.

Della: And it’s ok. This is true stuff.

George: Dirt can’t hurt you. Only sharp things can hurt you.

According to George, these are the four basic shapes: “arrow, rainbow, key, wine glass.”

Me: Stop touching my breasts.

George: Why?

Me: They’re my private parts.

George: They are not. Do they shoot pee out of them?

Me: No.

George: Then they’re not. Milk is not private.

George: It seems like you’re hiding something from me, Daddy.

George got the manual out of the Honda and said, I just want to look at this and learn things for when me and Della are teenagers and get our driver’s license.

George: You don’t know when I need to go potty because my penis is not attached to your body.

Della: Zero is the smallest number.

George: Yeah, zero is the baby!

George: But Della, listen to what I am supposing…

Really wish we could get a cute pic of these two together.