Baby You Rich

She is tapping me on the forehead and I hear “Mommy? Mommy? You gettin’ up?” I slowly open an eye and am greeted by my very own marabou headed Fraggle. She puts her eyes inches in front of mine holding my cheeks in her hands, spreading a gigantic grin on both of our faces. “I saw ‘orsies Mommy!” she is telling me about her horsy dream again. She’s had quite the fascination since we watched Black Beauty. The sun is a ribbon of light falling through the curtains into the bedroom and I can hear the dog’s old bones creaking as I move my own sore back into position. “Yep, I’m getting’ up” I say. Ella rolls the covers off and puts her toes into the air testing out the day. She sits up and blinks several times while she announces “We’re getting’ up! Wait fer me Day-day” to the dog who is stretching the first big doggy stretch of the day, every paw and toe extends and then her long pink doggy tongue curls out into a big doggy yawn. Ella leans down to the dog and asks “You gotta big nyaaawwn?”

I ask - how can 365 million dollars make my morning better than that.

















Hear a bit of “Baby You Rich” by the Mighty Blue Kings here.