The thing is, son, I can. I can imagine.
Monday, October 29, 2012
CLUTTER
Clutter is filling my mind. Thoughts, ideas, worries. Who is doing what, what is doing who, blogging, chatting, instagram-ing, tweeting, documenting, logging. What gives. Last night we went to a friend's house for dinner. The children were missing. They were very quiet. I went to peek. I found them, dutifully marching from the bookshelf to the crib, bookshelf to crib. When they finally looked up, the blonde one exclaimed, "It is filled with so much things, you cannot even imagine".
The thing is, son, I can. I can imagine.
The thing is, son, I can. I can imagine.
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As my friend and the maker of that crib suggested, perhaps J was helping our son protest the fact that he's still sleeping in a "storage container." The walls are coming off today.
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