Enough Said

Faith: T, Liam said "butt".
T: Faith, just don't worry about it, everyone has one.
[then to me] Watch this.
[then to Emma] Hey Em, you have a big butt don't you?
Emma: Yes, I have a big butt.
T and I crack up laughing but Emma's not done yet.
Emma: I have sand.

LOL!!!

A kingdom without a princess

Princess is away this week.

Cool hey.

No, that was it. What you were waiting for the punch line? That was the punch line. It's so peaceful. And yet... NO! Just enjoy it. God knows it'll be over soon enough.

Just Do It

No, it's not an ad for Nike.

We all know Mark is a fussy little shit when it comes to food. But as I was at work and sick for real following my sick from a hangover day off, I had little sympathy.

He's a smart little bugger though, gotta give him that. When it became clear I wasn't going to just let him pack away, he starting playing around with his spoon, which I'd sent him away from the table for last week. Nice try. But no. Finally, when I was on the floor with Grace and Joseph, while Sh was wrestling with Hugo and Jack, he was about to pack up. "MARK!" I'd like to think in a voice of thunder, but more like a weak sunshower. "SIT DOWN." On a tangent, it's like he's just learned 'no'. Wasn't he sposed to go through that a long time ago? Anyway, I went back to our traditional, "You just have to try it, see if you like it" bullshit.

He sits down, spoons up some "chicken," and gets to pack away.

I will bet a months' pay it was rice and not chicken on his spoon.

Staffing sitch

T was away on holidays last week. So it was S being T, me being me, and new-S being A, who is not coming back. Looks like nS will be A forever at the end of her two weeks' trial. Not sure I like this plan.
1. She backs down from Princess and call the cavalry in (me, which is such a joke) which I don't think is setting a very good precedent.
2. She goes to the bathroom, like, every half hour.
3. She asks all these questions, like, What should I do with this?
nS: Should we keep this paint?
S: Nah, it's not really worth keeping it over the weekend.
nS: We could if we had some plastic and put it in the fridge.
S: We don't have any plastic.
nS: I could just get some clingwrap.
S: We don't have any clingwrap.
Me: I don't know if it's worth keeping it. We could just make some more.
nS: I know! [returns with the paint covered in a plastic glove. She puts it in the fridge.]

Me and S: Or we could just do that.

I didn't check on my way home but I wouldn't be suprised to find the paint no longer in the fridge, maybe say, washed down the sink. S will be glad to get out of our room.

Freak outs

Jack came in for the afternoon with a pink cat face-painted on his face. Very cute actually.. Unfortantely, Sophie didn't think so. Freaked out. Wouldn't go near him, didn't want to sit down for afternoon tea cos she knew he'd be at the table too. So S sold her have a sit in the reading area. Unfortunately, she then told Jack to put his sheet away - in the reading area. The pink cat stalks his prey.

Mark, normally the cluey one about everything, doesn't like policemen. Hid behind the wall as far away from the road as he could. He's done it before too, when they were out with a radar gun. This time, wouldn't sit facing the road for afternoon snack and there was no way he would come for a walk with me to the fence while the cops were still there. Had a big chat with him about how they'll help you and things like that. A bit of poetic license with my bike story, but hopefully he got the message. Maybe his parents speed.

And before all this, we had photo day, where none of the expected freak-outs occurred. The others were to pay me back for getting complacent.