Christmas. Baby.
The itty-bitty red thing is done. But, since it’s going to be a present, all I can give you is a sneak peek.
Small Red Knit Thing
See, I told you. Red, cabled, small.
And, on the home front, things are well. Although, it would be great if someone could explain six year olds to me.
In the last two days, I done a lot of driving. In fact, in the last two days, I have been to Edmonton (3.5 hours) and back. I have also done a lot of work and this morning, I was tired. So, of course, at 7AM, Bunny gets up. She goes into the bathroom, proceeds to go to the bathroom, which would be fine, if she were at all quiet about it.
Nope, instead, she thumps into the bathroom (we really need to take the rocks out of her slippers), yanks up the toilet lid so hard it slams into the back of the toilet, and then proceeds to sing while she is peeing.
And, then she sits there… just sits on the toilet, playing with the flush mechanism and singing… and it gets progressively louder. I mean, she is practically having a bloody rock concert while sitting on the toilet.
So, I whisper yell at her to come.here.right.now. So, she loudly (with no hint of a whisper in her voice) says “ok, just a minute” (like she is doing a lot else at the moment). And then, flushes the toilet, forgets to wash her hands and thumps into our room.
So, I say, can you please be a bit quieter? Please? And of course, she says, sure, no problem (she is a good kid after all).
Then she heads into her room, very quietly, gets out some toys, again very quietly…
…and breaks out into song again…. very loudly.
Why do kids do these things? Why is it impossible for anyone under 4 feet tall to whisper? And why do children have the short term memory of a gnat? If someone can tell me, I will be eternally grateful!
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