It was a year ago that our parents finally came back from Africa, which we originally thought was on the other side of the back yard, but later learned was like another state or something. While they were gone, we lived with our Nanny Meg. We liked her. She liked us. It all worked out great. We miss her a lot. Especially now that there’s a baby in the house, which makes us feel like second-class citizens. But we’re cool. He’ll be old enough to play with us soon, and there’s always our housemate Jenny. She lets us sleep in her room even.  Here’s to you, Meg.

Our Nanny Meg came to visit us after we returned to live with our parents