Realtime reporting of Violet's antics

I'm sitting on the bed with the laptop, watching Violet play. Dunno how long she'll let me type, but while she does, I have to relate how weird she is being. She has lined up all of her stuffed animals on the bed, facedown (they look like a little row of executed prisoners), and on top of them she has put other stuffed animals facedown. Then in front of each pair she has placed a book. Now she's getting out other dolls.

Violet: "This one. This one. Me...I don't know. Two babies. TWO! BABIES! Come over here! There you go! No! OK! Just with me. Meow meow meow meow meow meow meow --" to the tune of the alphabet song. "Come here! Just me. Two babies. OK. OK." Then she stands up and lifts her arms heroically up into the air. "Aaaaand GO!"

Now she's over at the toys again, shaking her egg shaker and playing the harmonica at the same time. Wild drumming! Gene Krupa over there, drumming on the toybox. Pow pow de pow POW!

Violet: "Oh, come out. Why? Why?" She's looking for more stuffed animals now. There are 12 lined up on the bed.

Violet: "How do you do it? Please do it. I'm pink. Doh-doh, baybeee. Otay. Otay. With my baby. I don't know? Hey-ee."

This is like a lunatic talking. This is like yesterday when we were on the bus and out of nowhere this kooky guy crunching ice across the aisle asked me about the musical "Jersey Boys" and how he didn't *really* think it was the real Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons playing in S.F. and that sent him into a whole rant. It sounded sort of like Violet does now.

Violet: "Ready and set and go!" Throws one stuffed animal across the room, then stares at the others menacingly, swaying her hips back and forth. "Sorry, Mommy. Pants....aha!"

Violet. "I'm deeaaaad." Holding the black Bratz doll. Oh man! I knew it was a mistake to get her that book about the dead bird. "Open that, open that." The grave??? Creepy.

Runs to the toybox, grabs plastic food. Runs in a circle. "Round n round n round." Ooops now she's saying "Mama git up! Mama git up!" This entry may be over. No wait, she's over by the plastic kitchen, shoving the plastic food in the microwave. Banging it together. "Git up, Mama, git up!" OK I gotta go.