The following words are not mine - I stole them from a comment my Mom left on Cousin Elizabeth's blog.
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Ginger isn't real impressed with winter. She played outside Saturday, reluctantly, for about 10 minutes. When we came inside, she was crying and asking for bandaids for her fingers: "They hurt!!! I need bandaids!!"
Sunday she woke up and asked me if winter was all over now...I said " Oh, honey, it's just getting started." She crawled under the kitchen table and cried. I lured her out by telling her there are places where it never snows and she can live wherever she wants when she grows up. She wants to go live with Dora, Diego and Alicia.
Willow says she has decided she doesn't want to be just one thing when she grows up, but "lots of things: a book maker, a movie maker, a swim teacher, a firefighter and a road builder. Maybe more." I asked her if she thought about being an artist, and she said "I'm not going to be an artist, I am an artist."

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The girls and I had a fabulous day together(my words now). Tons of laughter, inventing car games, shopping for gifts(without exhaustion and frustration!), and hours of fun at Chuck E. Cheese's(yes, folks: my love for W & G is such that I am able to have FUN with them even in that place..even with that permeating unidentifiable odor..even with the seven foot mechanical mouse{shiver}). Tomorrow night we're decorating the house for Christmas. We'll be joined by Elvis, Bing, and Louie. And possibly the Grinch. No word yet on whether Nat or Frank will make an appearance.