The New Entertainer

While Clara Grace’s mommy and daddy scrambled to get ready for church on the morning of Sunday, January the twenty-first, she decided to help out with her unhappy baby brother. She knelt beside his bouncer and soothed in a very motherly tone, “Shhh, don’t cry Everett. What’s the matter Everett?” When the baby had quieted down enough to enjoy a performance she launched into her rendition of Old MacDonald, which went something like, “Old MacDonald had a farm Moo here, Moo there, Moo here, Moo there.” By this time, Everett was smiling happily so Clara Grace tried out some of her grandma’s favorite games on him. “Little man, little man, little man,” she sing-songed as she playfully walked her two fingers up his tummy. “Spider, spider, spider,” she continued as her wriggling fingers danced on the top of Everett’s head.