Vivian has a private speech therapist she works with twice a week after school. The speech teacher meets Vivian's bus so that Vivian doesn't have the chance to come into the house, put on her Rudolph pajamas, crawl in bed and then refuse to get up and work.
Yesterday when their session was finished, Vivian brought me this paper that she and her speech teacher had typed. The speech therapist told Vivian to *read* it to me.
Vivian said, "I need money."
"What kind of money?" the speech teacher prompted, pointing to the words on the sheet.
"Green money," replied Vivian.
5 comments:
That is absolutely perfect.
I think I am in love with Vivian!
Green money, goes a lot further than silver money these days!
She is precious. Green money is the best kind of money to have.
I need some green money, too, Vivan, you sweet girl!
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