Basically the World’s Worst Daughter

Well I’m babysitting it again. And if The Chronometer were an actual child, it would be dead and I would be going to jail for child neglect. 

It’s eerie not to hear its incessant “tick-tock.”  The silence is near unbearable.

My parents return home in a few days and I will have to break it to them that The Chronometer no longer ticks. I’m sure it can be reset and rewound. I’m sure of it. I just hope it doesn’t have to be taken to some kind of clock-winding specialist that costs a small fortune.

Daddy, I’m so sorry. Between the horrible cold I have and the blizzard that hit our town, I got distracted and totally forgot about my brother, The Chronometer. Excuses aside, I really am sorry. Hey, by the way, there are a few pictures I want to show you.

Awww, look at this one of us. What a cute kid I was! I sure look a lot like my handsome daddy!

Here’s one of you, mom and Erin (my big sister).
Hey – where am I?  You might say, “Well, Lizzie, you weren’t born yet.”  But maybe the real story is that you “forgot” me. Because that happens.  People forget things. Like their kids and Chronometers.  And you know what, Dad?  I forgive you.

Now, look at this photo of your darling, sweet youngest daughter.
I sure am a cutie-pie with my beloved Velveteen Rabbit. Remember that time I tried to give you my rabbit as a sign of my love for you? That sure was sweet of me, even though I had to ask for it back 1 hour later because I couldn’t stand to be without my Velvie Wabbit.  Remember that, Daddy? 

Remember I really am a great kid (except for those 3 to 30 times when I was especially difficult).  And I’m typically quite responsible. I just had a momentary lapse caused by excessive amounts of NyQuil and shoveling. Really, you should be upset with the pharmaceutical companies and Mother Nature.  Darn them and their Chronometer-forgetting ways!