"Mama! Look at me. Look at me," she said when she saw me in the playground. I'd finally managed to finish my chores at the Marilla Cuthbert Academy for Unspeakably Charming Children, where I was appearing for the first time this season as the appointed
parent slave "Special Day Girl's Special Person."
She was swinging. Back and forth. Back and forth. Her legs stretched out straight ahead as she swung forward. They bend, toes inward, as she hurls back toward the trees.
"I got it started myself."