Blake, waves to all as he leaves: "Hello, Goodbye", even to the 'plane overhead.
At home there is a hello for everybody and everything. This includes the children walking along the pavement, the family dogs, and all his possessions.
"Hello bika's, hello balla's, hello, books."
Whenever Blake leaves the house the ritual becomes:
"Goodbye bika's, goodbye balla's, goodbye books."
Yesterday morning, while Misty was bustling about she discovered Blake having a bath in the shower.
He had pushed a golf ball into the drain way down, and was lying on the shower floor, hands behind his neck, legs folded at the knees, and singing.
The golf club used to hammer the ball into the drain, was pushed against the door, making entry difficult.
After Blake dressed, he began his goodbye's.
"Please hurry, Blake," pleaded Misty, "we are going to be late!"
"Aw, Mummy," replied Blake, "please go back to sleep!"
Blake, has a cousin Courtney, aged seven, who is a poppet of note.
About three years ago, Courtney came to visit, and politely enquired as to whether she may use the loo.
"But, I must warn you in advance it will be a number two."
The other day, Courtney threw a carrot into the garbage bin.
Her mommy Michelle lectured her about starving Somalians.
"Well call them and tell them, they can have my carrot," replied Courtney.
Courtney now has a brother, Cayden, who sang Happy Birthday to his mom.
"What did she say?" asked Misty.
"Nothing," he replied, "She was laughing so much she farted."