Here she is ready to go to school this morning. Maybe the phoenix eggs will hatch today. The arrival of the mythical phoenix eggs to the preschool playyard has warmed my heart, the heart recently chilled by all the "mine is bigger, mine is better, you are mean, I want a doodlepony" crapola. I hear that is this imaginative play is a remix of some Harry Potter viewing by another of the phoenix egg players, but is is sweet and nurturing and magical, and it is just what I have been waiting for. It doesn't require any doodleponies and may involve volumes of mud--for the making of the phoenix milk. Knees were made for washing.
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