Innocence...

Have a moppet-headed daughter named Eleanor... 

(HAPPY BIRTHDAY!)  

Eleanor is a highly vivacious, "hug 'em up" kind of person.  A true social animal, life of the party, "likes to have fun"- type, with a "je ne sais quoi" smile. 


That's right, the type of daughter who, as a teenager, made her father very, very nervous... But that's not the story I want to tell you! 

This incident happened when Eleanor was two years old.  At that time, Eleanor was a twin for Little Orphan Annie - all blond and curls, big eyes, not prone to shyness.

As it happened, Eleanor was in the midst of her afternoon bath when she heard her soulmate-playmate, 2-year old Richard Bode out on the street walking by with his father.  Eleanor, being who she is, escaped her handlers and without hesitation, dashed out into the street stark-naked to say "Hi" to Richard.

Richard of course was stopped dead in his tracks by the sight of Eleanor in all her glory.  

He looked her up and down quite carefully two or three times and then remarked most seriously...

"Eleanor! Where are your shoes?!!"

HB!... xoxooxoxoxoxoxo!