Friday, 5 May 2000

Toothbrush Time

Sophia and I have grown into a new habit. Every time when she brushes her teeth and I happen to be out of my cage, I fly on her shoulder and we sing a duet together. She sings beautiful trills when the toothbrush moves against her lips. At least, they sound nice to me - everybody else thinks she has gone mad. Ah well, you can't please all.