I'm trying to work on my 2012 resolution and last night, I started getting rid of stuff. I threw some away. Made give away piles. Folded a ton of clothes. Made decisions. The anxiety is so overwhelming when I even think about going through these piles. I was folding clothes tonight and found this little gem under a laundry basket.
It's an unfinished Alexia story. She spoke the story and I wrote it down:
Once upon a time, there was a little witch who had a magic box. She was on born yesterday but she had a beautiful sparkling dress from her parents. The little witch didn't know how to use her magic box that her parents gave her. She tried to use her powers to open the box. Little did she know that there was a ghost in the box. Tap Tap Tap went her broomstick on the top, but when it opened, out came a BOO Ghost. She commanded the ghost to dance until she clapped her hands two times. The ghost said NO....
It looks like there may be a second page floating around here somewhere. I'll let you know.