"Okay," I said to the boys. "Go put on your fanciest clothes."
And here is the dramatic result. I especially like Abe's vaguely French-looking knotted scarf (made of his pajama pants).
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Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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While I'm looking at pictures of your sophisticated boys mine are upstairs wrestling and teasing each other "scaredy-cat! scaredy-cat." Yet another point of evidence for our trailer trash to your high falootin-ness.
ReplyDeleteThey're going to grow up to be European architects or ambassadors or doormen at fancy high rises.
How long can I prolong bedtime before I have to go up and be a "responsible" parent? Another 40 min.? good.
ReplyDeleteBeth: Sometimes when we want to be especially irresponsible, we come up with excuses to put them to bed early. Like making up some misbehavior they've never heard of, "You spilled a drip of water getting a drink? Go straight to bed, no stories tonight!"
ReplyDeleteWe're not that bad, but almost. This is one of the many reasons I feel guilty during conference.
Thank heavens you're blogging again. This looks super fancy.
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