Running From Rita - Part 6

We're packing up our stuff. We're putting our photo albums and keepsakes and so forth into plastic storage bins (we're going to leave those in the trunk of my car in the garage). We're getting organized also in case we end up staying here. We got our emergency supplies together: batteries, water, beef jerky (not really), and so on.

Our three-year old daughter has a dragon. She's had him around for a few weeks. He keeps her up at night with his snoring. He spills her orange juice at breakfast. Think Family Circus "Not Me" ghost and you'll have a decent idea about this dragon's personality.

Well, this afternoon her dragon hid all of the flashlights. I just hope she remembers where he put them!