Deep Sky Anchor

Wesley has become a three-tooth.

Wesley laughed much of the way walking Elaine home. As far as I could tell, he was laughing whenever he saw a plant that was particularly bushy.

Eating banana makes Wesley flap his arms and warble. I think he’s turning into a bird. The dogs want a chance to turn into birds too.

Ten years ago, my new year’s resolution was to enter a story in Writers of the Future every quarter until I won. Today I finally broke that resolution. Oh well. Ten years isn’t bad.

“Powers, oh powers, I wish, I wish the food I don’t like would taste like licorice!” -Elaine

“You never know when scissors are going to come to life.” — Elaine, who is now feeding paper to her pet scissors

In an effort to keep my daughter’s life magical, I lugged half a dog crate to the nearest park today where she transformed it into a sled.

“If I sled good enough, I might travel all the way to Christmas Eve!” — Elaine

Ah, the beautiful, discordant sound of Elaine singing Christmas carols with the radio… just not the same ones as the radio.

Apparently, Elaine thinks Santa comes up the stairs on the 1st of December; I found 48 cents and a card for him at the top of the stairwell.

Elaine is watching the end of The Last Unicorn, shouting at the screen, “Save them! Go! Go! Go! Save them, unicorn! Save them!”