They all want to kiss me.

They all want to squeeze me because I am soft and cute.

But even though I’m only three, I’m already my own self. Respect me.

You think you can make yourself irresistible?

It is only I. Only I am irresistible. Don’t kiss me.

At a garage sale,

Mom bought a box of batik fabric that someone had cut into small pieces with the intent of making a quilt.

The quilt was never completed.

She bought me the fabric thinking I might use the tiny pieces to make tiny doll clothes.

I have decided that I enjoy piecing the fabric for clothing.

This skirt has 32 different fabrics.

I took Iris to the field across from the school to model it for me.

…& then strange tiredness overcame her, & she lay on the ground, immobile.

…while Martin waited in the shade.

Akiva tries hard to keep his cool.

Akiva: I have a baby goat!

Iris: My baby goat is bigger than your baby goat.

Akiva: Your goat’s too big to carry.

Iris: Is not!

Akiva: Woah.

Chloe: Did you carry this baby goat all the way over here just for me?

Iris: It’s more your size. I prefer the littler ones.

Akiva: [to himself] I like goats. But if goats had wheels, I’d like them even better.