Just came back from Boston Ballet where Gwenchik watched the 'Three masterpieces', a somewhat contemporary dances and surprisingly enough she enjoyed them and managed to stay for all three. During the intermission:
Me: Do you like it?
Gwen: Oh yes, even thought the dresses are funny and they jump a lot. I can jump too, so can I be a ballerina? I just need to learn to stand on one leg and spin, spin, spin
The ongoing chronicle of a 3 year old (as of 2006) seeking enlightenment and an unlimited amount of sweets, and her parents' struggle to control the latter and help with the former.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Comb for hire
From George
This morning, I found a new comb on Gwyneth's bookcase.
Gwen: This is my new comb. My Grandmother gave it to me, as a gift. That means that it is mine. And if you, or anyone, want to use it to comb my hair, you need to give me ... three cents. No, pennies. Better be two dollars.
This morning, I found a new comb on Gwyneth's bookcase.
Gwen: This is my new comb. My Grandmother gave it to me, as a gift. That means that it is mine. And if you, or anyone, want to use it to comb my hair, you need to give me ... three cents. No, pennies. Better be two dollars.
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