"Forget that part about how he likes to climb trees in order to have quiet places to read Chaucer!"
You're so bringing this child up right, Anne.
(Dreadful grammar, there, but heartfelt sentiment.)
And what is wrong with reading Chaucer at an early age? or Shakespeare? or countless others? Normalcy is not all its cracked up to be.
I am told that my fondness for literature came about because my father recited the prologue of the Canterbury Tales to me, in its original form, at bedtime in my infancy. It certainly didn't hurt me; I survived childhood intact and like to think I became a more interesting adult because of it. Of course, that last point is debatable.
I hope the Russians didn't nab the gorgeous piece you showed on the blog some time ago.
How is Sam so lucky to have every day open to mess around in the Bear's Attic?
Why do the objects have to go back into the wall? Good luck finishing the manuscript, and I hope you get a couple of days (hours?) of vacation in SC.
Yeah, Anne, it's a real shocker that the Child (YOUR child) is reading Chaucer in a tree instead of playing GameCube. I'm just totally rocked by that news. The acorn doesn't read very far from the tree, ya know?
I am going to be thinking about walled-up baby shoes all weekend. Thanks for that. Really. People are so full of tenderness. xoxo Kay
> the Russian mob got the embroidery project
Not the Boxers! Those thieving bastards!
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