Octopus Jenny: Our feral child

We found this cave-child while we were camping near Olallie Lake.

In Melina's words

I want to go to Thailand, so we can go in those cups that spin and see the big castle.
Can you give me your hair?
I don't like meatballs that aren't from Ikea.
When I'm sad, I go to the window, look outside, and see a castle far, far away.
Mother Nature never runs out of bandaids. Right, mommy?
I want to move. I want to be not used to all of this.
I didn't been on a plane since in a while. (Sometimes those tenses are so hard!)
(After I let her taste my beer, which she hated): When I go back to preschool, I'll tell them that I got to have beer in Mexico.
(In Mexico): We have this road at home.
No, gracias!

Octopus Jenny