Hold the fone, you guys.
Mom shows up one day with a little horse. Like a littler an darker version of Roxie, but still. Not a Roxie.
I is like conserned, but only mildly. Espeshialy when Mom is all "donut worry, Roxie, you is still my favrite and I love you the best." I is all "well OK then" and that is that.
Mom has ben making hints that it wuld be a REEL NICE THING if I allows this little Roxie-ish to maybe do bloggin. THIS, I is not sure how I feels about.