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The Love Bug




I'm not the only member of the Wagner family to believe oneself a writer. This entry is from Grayson, right before Lucie was born:

Once upon a time there was a love bug and he had great big teeth, but he didn't use them to bite anybody. He wasn't afraid of anything, not even monsters or crossing the street or hot lava. But he liked his mom and dad and brother and sister, and especially his big boy bed.

One time the love bug saw some duckies crossing the street with their mommy. (You have to cross the street with your mommy or daddy or else you might get flat.) The duckies were going to a hotel because the policeman told them that water was going to come to their house. But the love bug didn't like hotels. He liked to sleep in his big boy bed until the sun comes up. You have to use dollars to sleep at a hotel, but if you leave dollars outside on the patio table, then the wind will blow them and God will get them just like He did my balloon. That is not a nice thing for God to do – to take my balloon and dollars from people.

Sometimes you can see God. He sits on the moon and covers up the circle with his buns, so that the moon looks like a swing instead of a circle.

If the love bug had a baby sister, she could wear his old frog boots that are small, while he wore some new crocodile ones that are for big boys. And she could have his small red blanket that is for babies, and he could have a new big red blanket.

He was so happy. The end.

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