Here at the moogly house, things are finally starting to drift back toward normal.  We are all on pink antibiotics of one kind or another - the kids all got ear infections, and The Producer and I managed to share a bacterial lung infection.  We do so love making out while ill, what’s a girl to do?

So as part of getting better, Queenie has returned to her usual self.  Which includes a new-found fascination with lying.  She loves to lie.  The funny thing is, she’s really bad at it.  If she ever plays poker she’ll loose the farm.  “No, I didn’t rip up that Airborne sample and sprinkle it all over the counter,” is delivered in wide-eyed innocence, but quickly followed by averted eyes, and a hand over a mouth that can’t help but grin from ear to ear.

Sadly, this love of lying is combined with a great new destructive impulse.  Giving her ample opportunity to try out the lying.  Yesterday it was the 3 strikes rule: she was caught in 3 lies, and that was it - sent to her room for the rest of the day.

She retaliated by sending out written missives via her messenger boy (aka Boy-o).  Flowery love notes with hearts and promises of devotion and future efforts to do the right thing.

Why were they signed with a sly little smile?

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