Ah, little one

“Mom, I’m really excited about going tonight.  You said the ballet is half an hour?”

“An hour-and-a-half.”

“How many seconds is that?”

“5400.”

“. . .”

That ought to blow his mind.  Hopefully he’ll still be stunned into silence through the full production of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.  I’m not sure his mouth is closed for that long even when he’s sleeping. So I’m expecting smothered addresses to the cast throughout the play.  Ah, well.

Katherine, meanwhile, was oblivious to all of us yesterday when she sat on the couch, reading a new book from school.  We even called her name and still got nothing.  But when she roused herself, she was so wiggly I had to get her outside to play.  She swept the entire garage clean and helped me rake a big part of the front yard.  And she still had energy left at the end.  I’m worried that my attempts to tire the kids out just end up tiring me out.

Erin

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One Response to Ah, little one

  1. Mother of the bride says:

    Don’t forget Grandpa Birdsong’s method to tire small children – put a large rock on a wheeled cart, and have them push and pull it all around the yard.

    Enjoy the ballet!

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