Four: Love in the Time of CoronaVirus

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Such magic. Cinco de Abril means our Joyful girl has celebrated another birthday- her 4th to be exact! She and I enjoyed our semi-usual 3.5 mile trek up to the fire station on 24th, and back. Lloyd picked up an essential chocolate cake and pizzas today, and Sayler and I had the wherewithal to get her gifts a few weeks ago pre-Covid19 lockdown. It was a most-perfect birthday celebration at home. In anticipation, I interviewed Alana Joy last night on her last night of being 3. Here were her answers:

1. What’s your name? “Alana”
2. What do you like to draw? “Me”
3. What makes you happy? “My class”
4. What makes you sad? “When somebody hurts me”
5. What makes you laugh? “My class”
6. How old are you? “Six” (she’s 3)
7. How old is Mommy? “Uhhhhhh... I can’t know (panics).... “I still can’t know!”
8. How old is Daddy? (Stressed and panicked) “I CANT KNOW”
9. What is your favorite thing to do? “Play with Sammy” (our dog)
10. What do you want to be when you grow up? “A teacher”
11. What is your favorite food? “Bananas, (Hawaiian) rolls, juice, raisins”
12. What is your favorite song? “Doggie song”
13. What do you want for your birthday: A doggie toy (we got her a stuffed Schnauzer)
14. What does daddy do for work? “Workiser. And he’s a man.”
15. What does mommy do for work?  “You’re a girl. And a man married you. And you’re a princess.” (All true).
16. What’s grandmas name? “Boomer” 😆 
17. Where do you live? “With my family. I want to stay like this all the time”.
18. Where is your favorite place to go? “To the shop”
19. Who’s your best friend: “my mommy and doggy”
20. What is your favorite toy? “Racecar”
21. Favorite thing to do outside: “play with my friends”
22. What is something Mommy always says to you? “Bedtime stories”
23. What is love? “Sharing”











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