Talking to my friend Jenn at the playground:
Harper: Sometimes my sister takes my things.
Jenn: Well, babies do that. It is your job (as a big sister) to teach her how to share.
Harper: No. It is my job to keep her safe.
At home, on another day:
Me: If there is ever an emergency, and Mommy can’t get to the phone, call 911. The police and an ambulance will come to make it all better. (Sensing I’ve completely scared her to bits.) Don’t worry! They can fix anything.
Harper: Yeah? Like the toaster. They could fix the toaster*.
M: Sure, they could do that.
Harper: And the fridge. They could fix the fridge**, too.
M: Just don’t call 911 unless it is an emergency.
H: Right, I’ll call the fix-it-guy.
*Which is not broken.
**Also not broken.
I have a feeling the fix-it-guys in the big red trucks are gonna be making a house call soon!
Sorry didn't call you back yesterday. By the time I got your message you were already at your mom's, then I got busy working on an animation.
I hope everything stays not broken!
xoxoxox,
Al
Posted by: Al H. | June 04, 2012 at 08:15 PM