My children, both of them, are seemingly incapable of turning over in bed without bonking their heads against the headboard or the wall. Several times a night I hear the rustle-rustle of a child shifting position, and then a big CLONK. I always tense up, waiting for the wail, but they never wake up or cry. I do supply them with pillows, and their beds are sufficiently roomy, so I'm not sure what's with all the skull-bashing. I suppose it does prove that I have extremely hard-headed daughters; something that I've already figured out the hard way anyway.
Scene: After the Christmas pageant. Me: You did great, Mallory, we're proud of you! Mallory: What was your favorite part? Me: Hmm. I liked the "Whatcha Gonna Call That Baby?" song. Chris: I liked that one too. Me: But I also liked "Joy to the World." Mallory: Joey in the world? What's that? Me: No, joy to the world, the song you just sang. Mallory: Oh yeah. Me: That's one of my favorite songs. Phoebe: A favorite song is a song that's your favorite and you like it and you sing. (Pause) Phoebe: And you dance. Mallory, before the show, in front of our haphazardly decorated Christmas tree. Phoebe declined to be photographed. All I was able to photograph of the event itself: Phoebe, objecting to the camera's flash: Now she closes her eyes before I snap every picture. Sigh. But she's cute anyway! And so is Mallory! And their dresses match! We're thinking Arby's: Okay, that's it! Recently read: The Golden Compass and The Subtle Knife . ...
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