It's a Rainy Afternoon

Ginger: Paislea, what is all that stuff mommy puts on her face sometimes?
Paislea: I don't know. She has a lot of it and some of it tastes really good. I like to lick it off. But don't you go getting any ideas.
Ginger: I wish she could spend more time sitting with us than putting all that goop on. It takes her a long time!
Paislea: She spends less time than she used too! You should see her when she's going somewhere other than school!
Ginger: Why can't we go to school with her?
Paislea: I don't know that either! Why are you asking me so many questions? Geez, Gingie. You are so nosy.
Ginger: You say that like its a bad thing. It's good that I know what is going on. You think she'll ever leave us at home alone without putting us in our bed or cooped up in the kitchen?
Paislea: She used to leave me alone without either of those things - I started getting pinned up again when YOU arrived, thank you very much.
Ginger: Oh. You don't like being pinned up with me?
Paislea: Well, uhm...you see...its not you, Ginger. I just like to have choices. I guess being pinned up with you is better than being pinned up alone.
Ginger: Oh. Ok. Maybe one day you can have your choices again. And I can have mine too!
Paislea: Yeah, if you'd stop peeing inside...any hope for that happening sometime soon?
Ginger: Oh, I'm trying, Paislea, I really am.

Hey Jealousy

Ginger crawled up into her mom's lap and happily rested there while her owner read for school at the kitchen table. Paislea observed this action while snuggled up in the cushy seat in the corner of the kitchen.

Ginger: Oooh, she's letting me sit here while she studies. I must be so special. Better be still so I can stay!
Paislea: I don't know why you get to be up there and I don't. Maybe she'll put you down in a second.
Ginger: Nope! I belong here too. You get plenty of turns.
Paislea: Hmmmph. If only there were two laps in this house.
Ginger: Two laps? You think we'd be so lucky?
Paislea: Not at the rate she's going. I used to have two laps or three laps on a regular basis. But I think those laps moved away. And she never goes anywhere to bring home more laps that might actually stay more regularly.
Ginger: Two or three laps! Wow! I could sure use some extra laps. She sits in this uncomfortable chair with no blanket all the time.
Paislea: If there were two laps, there wouldn't be any extra laps. There are two of us, you goofball.
Ginger: Oh.
Paislea: Why did she bring home such a youngster? Looks like your turn is over - she finished her drink and put down her pen.
Ginger: Ugh! But I only got to sit for 10 minutes.
Paislea: Na-na-na-na-na-nah!