You stole all the Poverty-Fried-Rice.
And the Tofu (fried in Sweet Thai Chilli Sauce.)
And the Tomatoes from the salad.
But you left me the greens.
Thanks.
You stole all the Poverty-Fried-Rice.
And the Tofu (fried in Sweet Thai Chilli Sauce.)
And the Tomatoes from the salad.
But you left me the greens.
Thanks.
Aunty Holly is home from Calgary. She came bearing baby boots and Daniel Boone hats – which is pretty much all the present you could dream of, in my opinion.
Mae spent all afternoon running around roaring ‘I’m a Cowgirl! Yee-haa!’ and taking no prisoners. This only differed from every other day in that now she has the boots for it.
I had to wait till she was asleep to pry them off her.
Mabel: ‘Mama! I am taking a photo of you!’
Alice: ‘Oh, but darling! I am in the shower!’
Theo: ‘I am going to take a photo of you too, Mama!’
Alice: ‘Oh, darlings, uh, yes – that’s very nice! But perhaps you could take photos of me when I am out of the shower? You know?’
Theo: ‘I am just getting my camera!’
Mabel: ‘I am taking more photos of you, Mama!’
Alice: ‘Yes, I see that, darling. Careful! You’re getting all we…’
Mabel: ‘MAAAAAAAMMMMMMAAAAAAAAA! MY DORA T-SHIRT IS WET!’
Alice: ‘Oh, sweetheart, well, uh, just give me a minute to get the shampoo out of my eyes, hmm?’
Theo returns.
Theo: ‘Mama I am taking a photo of your bum! AH HA HA’
Mabel: ‘I am taking a photo of your bum too!’
Alice: ‘I am so lucky’.
No photo today, dears. I’m sure you can’t imagine why.