Then Ella Bodwan Macpherson Sat Up and Ate a Potato

Ella bodwan macpherson finally learned to hold up her head. It was one of the sign posts they'd been waiting for. Now here, she was past it. She cooed comfortably and bathed greet in wide smiles as the old woman babbled along. Ella leaned forward and gobbled like a pro one bite gone, clean, tines, no spit. Good job, greet said, like a horse. This one of them, you know, can be awful picky. Who are you? Amy thought, and how would you know anything about what they are like? They were all smiling. And she gave up and turned to her own plate.