That’s how we met Baby Alien .
Underneath, in wobbly kindergarten letters, she’s written: baby alien and aria
That’s the thing about kids. They don’t see “alien.” They see someone who needs a blanket . That’s how we met Baby Alien
So if you find a baby alien in your hydrangeas—or a talking raccoon, or a dragonfly that winks—don’t call the authorities. in wobbly kindergarten letters
“Come back soon. I saved you a cracker.”