"Hi!" said Flat Lauren as she popped out of her envelope. "Phew, I'm so happy to be out of that thing." She gave the envelope a good kick. "It was hot and stuffy and I'm starving!"
"Oh," I said. Somehow I hadn't imagined that
Flat Lauren would be able to ... talk. "Well, we have lots of great places to eat here. Welcome to Philadelphia, by the way." I took a peek inside the envelope. It did look hot and stuffy. But there was a pretty letter inside. "So, I see you've thought of some things you'd like to do."
Flat Lauren smiled at me sweetly. "Oh yes. And we can do all of them, right?"
"Well, let's get started." I tucked Flat Lauren in my purse and off we went to the
bookstore up the street. But I soon heard Flat Lauren's stomach growling so I whisked her to the
Italian Market, where the guys at
DiBruno Brothers fed us samples of food. And more samples. And more samples. (For a flat girl she sure could eat a lot.)
Although it wasn't one of her requests I felt I had to show my goddaughter some of Philadelphia's famous sites, like
Independence Hall and the
Liberty Bell.
And then some not-so-famous ones, like the
Singing Fountain, which we danced around for awhile; and the
Lucky Fortune Cookie Factory, where we bought a freshly made bag of cookies as big as Flat Lauren. We wandered into a nearby Asian supermarket and saw so many delicious things we decided to buy some for dinner.
"Which kind of noodles do you like?" I asked.
"Mwhartl blrrs thlsh."
"What?" I looked inside my purse to find Flat Lauren with a mouth full of fortune cookies."Wow, you really like those."
Flat Lauren swallowed hard. "Oh, yes, they are simply delicious!"
"Good. Now I have another treat for you. Right around the corner is a
lovely park with a carousel and a miniature golf course and a playground. It's sort of like an ..."
"An amusement park!" Flat Lauren leapt out of my purse and twirled along the grocery shelf. "Let's go!"
So off we went to play mini-golf amongst replicas of famous Philadelphia landmarks. Flat Lauren beat me easily."Don't feel bad," she consoled me as we strolled home. "Kids play lots more putt-putt than grown-ups."
That night we cooked a dinner so yummy we completely forgot to take pictures of it. Then, tired from walking all day, we curled up on the sofa and watched a movie.
The next day Flat Lauren had to go back home. We both felt very sad.
"Oh, there's so many other fun things to do here," I told her. "Promise me you'll come back to visit? And bring your brother and sister and mommy and daddy."
"Promise," Flat Lauren replied and hugged me tight.
Then I packed her into a priority mail box with a new bag of fortune cookies to share with her classmates. I wonder if there will be any left by the time she arrives at school?
Artwork by Lauren. Photos by Doreen. Extra help from Kevin.