Tonight after the Birds had read books, Clara turned to Julie and said, "Peace." At first, Julie wasn't sure if she'd heard Clara right--because Birdie was holding up four fingers. A tutorial on this bit of 60s counterculture followed and Birdie's got it, sort of. She at least now know that one throws up two fingers in a V when tossing out a "peace." Actually getting her fingers in that position is another story.
One never has to worry about sit-ins or protests after announcing to Clara that her bedtime has arrived. She hops right down from wherever books were read, and makes the rounds: hugs Joe, hugs Ted, hugs Berenice. Her hugs are often leans with her cheek pressed up against the hugee, if you will. Tonight, she also hugged the cupcake kitchen. She wished the bucket that has taken up residence by the cupcake kitchen goodnight, as well as the cupcakes which right now happen to be in the bucket, and "Nicey's toy." Our Birdie has always had a lot of light and love in her heart.
Peace out.
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