Penguin

Sofia dreamed last night that she went to Antarctica and met a magical penguin. An evil fairy had turned the entire world white, and so together Sofia and the penguin painted it all back to look the way it did before.

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Tonight's collaborative poem

Sofia: The meteor shower comes from the direction of the sleeping donkey which is north

Lucia: The sleeping donkey you can't really see but once you see it you follow that song and you will see the meteor shower

Sofia: The meteor shower is bright and wide but there's only a ride one time a year

Lucia: But after the sleeping donkey show which is the meteor shower there's the sleeping cat star to the south and if you follow that you might find something very special which is what? You look up at the stars and you say something that you want and it will come to life and it will do whatever you want it to do.

Sofia: The desire of the balcony which means the start shooting star that's what you will see you tonight and that's what you really are 

Lucia: Shooting star of the balcony, but you might find something even specialer. I want something so special to me. What I want is a hello Kitty microphone, it's so special to me.

Sofia: It may not be the most special but it can be the best it might be the one that is inside your sparkly dress.

I like the collaboration, but just Sofia's by itself makes for quite the poem:

Constellations

The meteor shower comes from the direction of the sleeping donkey which is north

The meteor shower is bright and wide but there's only one ride a year

The desire of the balcony which means the shooting star, that's what you will see you tonight and that's what you really are 

It may not be the most special, but it can be the best 

It might be the one that is inside your sparkly dress

I asked the girls for a short poem tonight and got this one from Lucia,

The future blows
The violet grows
The future is always
inside your body


this from Sofia,

Swish swoosh
the wind is boost

I know a place where the frog sits low
and the violet grows

Dec. 31

to the lobby, because I remember that in the lobby there is a Rist piece called, "nothing", a machine which, every ten minutes, blows bubbles full of smoke into the lobby. So we wait around, for "nothing," and when it comes, wrapped in a luminescent bubble we all just watch in wonder, an event! Nice one, Pippilota. 

We decided to go to Children's Museum of the Arts instead. We walk up Spring Street. Soho is one of the best places in the world to window shop. We saw a display at Papyrus of dozens of incredible wooden music boxes spinning around on a display. We watched tehm for 15 monutes.  

Stop to get tea at T2. Free samples. The new museum is too full so we there is a long line. So we just go into the lobby and look at the machine called nothing. 

We leave and pass a toy store papyrus, look at the music box mobile's for 15 minutes.

Pass a bath store and all the girls get rocksalt rocksalt skin treatment to make their skin soft.

Snow angel

Snow angel made with fairy dust follows child and saves her