Sunday, November 16, 2014

Notes

Adult, name redacted, to child, name redacted preparing for bed: "I said pick up the pirate puppet and you ran away screaming."

Bernadette clocks Isaiah with her small cloth bag and he starts crying. Overblown, right? Then I found the chunk of sculpted marble in the offending purse. Ouch.

You wonder why they sell so many sizes of hammers and then you're on a ladder hitting a nail and you think, "I could really use a smaller hammer here."

Isaiah:"Let's pretend we're boxes of Legos on a train."

Digging potatoes is a treasure hunt.

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