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The big news is that I have moved up to the main house for the duration, on account of I could not deal with how cold the barn was getting anymore (even with the space heater pointed directly at me it was still COLD). The trade off is less privacy, but actual central heating and television. Which, at this point is good enough for me.
However, I had forgotten what it was like living with tiny children. I was reminded this morning. Starting with being shaken awake and a very concerned little face peering at me and asking 'Aunt Eunice, why are you still asleep?' So concerned that I assumed I had slept until afternoon or something, and stumbled downstairs to make coffee. Which is where I caught sight of the clock and realized it was only 7:30 am. No one else in the house was even awake yet. I assume I was selected as the Designated Sucker because mom has mastered the art of 'go way kid I'm still sleeping' on a Sunday morning, and I am fresh meat who hasn't lived with a tiny child for a long time.
Two cups of coffee later the same tiny face appears again. This time with her lips covered in marker, leading to the following conversation:
Me: What on earth happened to your lips?
Tiny Child (with best expression of wide eyed innocence): Nothing.
Me: Not nothing, they are all black, did you put marker on your lips?
TC: They were chapped.
Me: But why did you put marker on them?
TC (complete with long suffering sigh, and a tone which indicates Aunt Eunice is possibly not too bright): I didn't have any lipstick
The 'duh' was heavily implied. I did manage to keep from cracking up right then and there, I remember enough to know that just encourages this sort of thing. But just barely.
At least life the next few months won't ever get boring?
However, I had forgotten what it was like living with tiny children. I was reminded this morning. Starting with being shaken awake and a very concerned little face peering at me and asking 'Aunt Eunice, why are you still asleep?' So concerned that I assumed I had slept until afternoon or something, and stumbled downstairs to make coffee. Which is where I caught sight of the clock and realized it was only 7:30 am. No one else in the house was even awake yet. I assume I was selected as the Designated Sucker because mom has mastered the art of 'go way kid I'm still sleeping' on a Sunday morning, and I am fresh meat who hasn't lived with a tiny child for a long time.
Two cups of coffee later the same tiny face appears again. This time with her lips covered in marker, leading to the following conversation:
Me: What on earth happened to your lips?
Tiny Child (with best expression of wide eyed innocence): Nothing.
Me: Not nothing, they are all black, did you put marker on your lips?
TC: They were chapped.
Me: But why did you put marker on them?
TC (complete with long suffering sigh, and a tone which indicates Aunt Eunice is possibly not too bright): I didn't have any lipstick
The 'duh' was heavily implied. I did manage to keep from cracking up right then and there, I remember enough to know that just encourages this sort of thing. But just barely.
At least life the next few months won't ever get boring?
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