The quiet was too good to be true
Yesterday or maybe the day before there was like 20 minutes of quiet in this house. I could hear some vague rustling coming from the craft room but decided not to interupt whatever Jack was doing.
and LO. I just went in there a second ago and found my book Ella by Bill Peet that was mine when I was little all over the floor with one inch holes punched in all the pages. WTF?
When did he learn to use a paper punch? And why is it that anything my mom has managed to keep nice for 36 years me and my household can destroy in 36 minutes?
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August 12, 2010 at 3:36 pm
LMAO.
It’s always the way, hun. Trust me.
August 14, 2010 at 8:07 pm
Fear the quiet- Always fear it.
August 17, 2010 at 12:49 am
Oh. No.
I suppose what they say about what to take travelling also applies to what to give children. Never take (give them) anything that would break your heart to lose (have them destroy)… Sympathies on the loss of your book.