Monday, October 27, 2008
With Emma working (brow-furrowed, silence-requiring, tense), Alex and I agreed to remove ourselves from the homestead.
Shane: Put the goggles in the bag and we'll clear off.
Alex: I'm gonna wear the goggles.
Shane: Yeah, I know. Put them in the bag.
Alex: No, I'm gonna wear them now - over my hat.
Shane: (thinks 'You're seven...') Ok.
Driving to the pool, we gave marks out of ten to anything and everything - cars, joggers, the sky, place names, trees - all so very wholesome.