My Little Fox

Here is my grand daughter perched in a hollowed out fir tree stump at Mount Ranier National Park wearing a little fox hat and as happy as can be.  She has little Ugg boots on her feet that keep her warm on a rainy day.  I had a wonderful weekend spending time with her, reading her stories, kissing her neck, playing peek-a-boo and listening to her talk.  I read her the story of "The House That Jack Built."  This long, tongue twisting nursery rhyme is complicated.  I remember my Grandmother reciting it to me from memory.  I am going to have to practice before I am as good of a Grandma as my Grandma's were to me.