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 | the wisdom of youth |
Abigail, this weekend: “It took SO LONG to get to Saturday! Almost the whole week!”
Why yes, yes it did. Especially since the children had been asking whether it was time to go to the party every ten minutes since LAST Saturday. Finally, finally, FINALLY it was time.
We went. At the appropriate time on the appropriate day, and with the appropriately wrapped gift. Amazing, I tell you. We all had a lovely time; there were tasty morsels of all sorts, and games for the kids. Plus the munchkins got to drink juice out of pouches, which is pretty much the most exciting thing on the planet.
At the end of the evening, as Dane and I buckled the littler ones into the car, Abigail sank into her own seat and sighed, “It was a jolly good party.”
And then we put her back into the Dickens novel from whence she came.
I’m afraid if you put my son back into the novel from which he came, it would have to be one with a saucy little thieving beggar in need of a whipping.
I am in shock with my youngest (first girl). I say, when she’s crawling toward the fireplace tools, “No, no Maggie.” And she actually stops! She stops and turns around! And comes back! And picks up a doll! And plays with that instead! Tell me, do they stay this way? Please say they do. Please!
At least she didn’t call anyone ol’ chap.
…almost spit up my coffee! Glad you all survived the party!
Rebecca, I don’t think any of mine are like that. So… I vote that Maggie will stay that way, always and forever. Love the name Maggie, by the way!
that is awesome.
a.w.e.s.o.m.e.