|
What a nice bunch of weirdos. This is by far the best thread In MR that I can remember.
I have almost recovered my strength after the day I spent yesterday with Daughter. According to Wife she enjoyed it very much. She is radiant she said. She is a devil I think. She has this phobia for wet clothes: it is enough a drop of milk or of water that she wants to change. We spent a couple of hours in the garden, I was fixing a vegetable bed (I want to try the squares approach). And she was both "helping" with her shovel and a mini rake and directing the works. Than she left me and went her way for a while. I lifted my eyes and the whole garden was covered by shoes, socks, underpants, pants, sweatshirts, hats, crockers (she knows how to get new clothes from her drawers), in different stages of muddiness. She has learned to maneuver the hose. Girls.
This morning she tried a repeat. I am still tired, I want to take an other day of rest. I told her that I would have carried her to school even if I had to tie her up like a sausage. She found that amusing. She knows that I am very soft inside. She is teaching me how things should be done. She loves rules, she keeps making them up.
I don't care, I just want her to be happy.
At school they approved my approach.
|