A Conversation With Chubbers The Love Chimp.

Whenever we watch the girls on Wednesday night, Luciya always monopolizes her beloved Gwams. Gwampa Peter is okay if no one else is around, but otherwise it's all Gwams, all the time. "It's just for girls, Gwampa," L. explains, polite, but firm. "It's not for boys."

So that means it's me and Mirabel, aka Chubbers the Love Chimp, etc. She has recently shed a lot of her baby fat, so the old nicknames like Fatty the Fat-Faced Ferret and The Loving Lump of Love Lard are no longer appropriate.

She has also become much more engaged and verbal, 

so while O. and L. pIay Mommy and Baby or demonstrate their
high-falutin' "Kolaudies Dance," Mirabel and I sit and have
long, refined conversations in fluent babble.

She loves throwing in a few juicy raspberries and especially,

punctuating her remarks with a loud motorboat flapping of 

her lower lip modulated by the four fingers of her left hand.

The tee shirt says it all.

Currently her favorite word is "a-da." She likes to say it with 

great force and gusto, but she likes it even better 

when I say it back to her. It never fails to elicit a delighted grin.

P.