Bueller, Bueller...

Ellie's been taking attendance. Often. She likes to remind us who's present, and who's not, lest we forget. And who she is, of course. She makes the rounds, pointing as she goes: Mama. Dada. Dee (Will). Me (okay, it sounds more like "dee" or "deh," but "me" is understood). She doesn't stop at people, either. She looks around and points to the cherry tree on her wall (tee) and the birds (tweet), the closet, the fan, the window ("woof," for the doggies in the 'hood), the glider. We went through the roster several times before she finally settled down tonight. Who needs sheep?