While I was on the phone early this afternoon, Bunny did something completely out of character:
Yes, that's brown (washable) marker on our carpet. Cleaning tips?
I can think of several reasons why she did it, but none mattered to me at the time. She got a time-out on the stairs while I composed myself. I can't remember the last time.
When I went to check on her, she was lying across one of the steps, obviously sleepy. Maybe it was too much playing in the rain this morning.
What to do with a tired and cranky child on a rainy day while her little sister is napping?
This.
In the middle of mamma and papa's bed.
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Also, the Blue Angels are in town this week. (Let's hear it for military propaganda!) I am fascinated and repelled as I hear them roaring over San Francisco. The sound of their engines is very unsettling. They zoom across the city out towards the Pacific and circle back. Then they bank low over the bay, buzzing the sailboats and the ferries.
It's cool and it's creepy.
We are so removed from the military in this country. When was the last time you saw a tank on the street or even someone in uniform? Go to Seoul and it's a completely different thing. Every other person there is in uniform. Go to Rome and it's not uncommon to see soldiers standing around with machine guns. The military is just not part of our everyday life here as it is in other countries.
Strange that my experience with fighter jets is relatively positive. I only ever see them when they are dancing across the sky. They fly overhead and the windows rattle and by the time I look up they are gone. I can't imagine what it must be like to see and hear them under different circumstances.
