Hind's Feet

Yesterday I was in the W.C. a moment too long, apparently, when I saw Bronwyn's fingers and golden locks appear under the door. "Mama, can you get out?" "No, not right now." I hear rummaging around in a drawer in the hall. "Bronnie, what are you doing?" "Looking for sump-ing to get you out." "I can get out, I'm just not ready to get out." "Are you washing your hands?" "Not yet." "Mama, wash your hands right now!  See if you can get out." Later that evening I was getting ready to go out, and I couldn't find my Phillips Light Touch Hair Brush... now, this is not paid advertisement for Phillips, but this brush does not pull or hurt... it glides through tangles like slicing warm butter... so you can imagine in a houseful of girls, this brush is in high demand.  Since I could not find *my* brush, I picked up a random brush I found on my nightstand (happened to be a Conair Gel ...

Fanny will be five in nine days.  I am still trying to figure out what to give her.  Any ideas?  The conversations go like this.... Mama (46! Since yesterday!!):  Fanny, what do you want for your birthday? Fanny (4, for now):  Penguins Mama: You have been asking for penguins for every birthday and Christmas since your second birthday, you have a lot of penguins.  What else do you want? Fanny: A bike. Mama: Soon there will be snow, and it will be cold riding bikes.  You will get a new bike when the weather is warm again.  What do you want now? Fanny:  School books.

Mary, Catherine, Lydia and I briefly discussed where the chickens were roosting as we left to go to a friend's house last night.  After a minute of silence, Bronwyn (3) said.... "Chickens" "I can say the same words you guys say." Mama: "Yes, you can, but sometimes I can't understand your words.  I'm not always sure what you mean when you say 'I vewy fursty'" Bronwyn:"You don't know what fursty mean?  Fursty mean when you fursty." Well, I'm glad we got that clarified.  Reminded me of the "what makes you sad?" conversation. "Tears make me sad" What makes you have tears? "Umm... water in my eyes" What makes you happy? "A smile on my face"

Bronwyn (3), out of the blue, very serious, and heading off to bed:   I don't like fire dresses. Mama:   You don't? Bronwyn:   'Cause you spin around, and then you die. I wonder what happens if you don't spin around?