So it's the coldest weekend of the winter so far - temperatures in the teens - so, of course, our heat went out. We called the repairman, dug out the space heaters, and forced the offspring into sweaters against their will. (We had at least one "My sweater is giving me a headache" attempt at de-sweatering from the 4 year old.)
S_ asked why the heat had to break this weekend, and I told her it was just part of marrying into my family. That and visiting a doctor/emergency room when on vacation. She said that she hoped not to have gotten that part of the family legacy, but I told her that it was an all-you can eat buffet - they serve what they serve. Beef tenderloin is right next to the jell-o salad.
On a different note, the offspring are playing some kind of Fairies/HSM/Dora game with all the dolls on the kitchen floor. I'm not really sure what' s going on, but I just heard the oldest yell "She's off to kill the Queen of India!"
grin. I must be doing something right.
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