
Angel, labeled.
The are few things in the world more amusing than a literate five-year-old armed with a labelmaker. Kouryou-chan found ours and figured out how to make it work, and has now happily set about labeling. There are labels
everywhere. For a while, I had a label: "daddy." There was one for "mommy." There's one that reads "kid's little book shelf" and "kid's medium book shelf". Her stuffed animals are labeled, as you can see. Others read "totero" and "little white baer". Even the
label machine has one: "laebeler."