Hardly Sick At All
Feb 25, 2009
The good news is that Opal is much better. The bad news is that I decided that I could not in good conscience send her to school, leaving me with a cranky bouncy child. We will skip over the details and move straight to the cute:
Opal: "I love this box! I am poking holes in it with a pen!"
Me: "That seems like a strange way to show your love."
Opal: "It's OK, it's just how I show love to cardboard boxes with big plastic windows."
Opal and I had a long argument, in the middle of which she said, miserably, "I just wish I was a piece of paper so I could crumple up and go away."
She explained hustling through the hallway this way: "I was fledding the darkness." (She also informed me that if I wasn't going to like her, I shouldn't have borned her.)
Looking through Lego pieces: "And we'll need a lot of steering wheels. Never underestimate the importance of steering."
Complaining about my desire to pick up the Lego: "You are a FEEN. An evil FEEN, I tell you! Wickedness!" "A fiend, you mean?" "Not a feed, a feen! An evil nasty horrible thing."
Read to Opal today: The Ring of Truth, Puzzle Town, Hutu and Kawa Meet Tuatara, Hutu and Kawa Find an Island
The Running Book Count: 1144 + 110 (last year 1886 + 2)
on 2012-01-12 at 01:56
