… my Pauline

… she is my Pauline and now 8, she’s a great big sister and has always liked to have the last word, she can fight like a washerwoman, she loves Hello Kitty and Martit Larsen  and found lying right stupid, she has the finest tooth gap and unfortunately never combed hair, her favorite word is “Querfeldein” and shines a dimple when she laughs, she came in one day in November and with her the snow, she can climb like a cat and always has her ears, she speaks with no full stops and commas and rarely sits still, she is stubborn as a mule and that she has from me (and many other things) … she is just my Pauline …