Nor have I yet (done anything about this site)
2.02.04

Nor may I for a bit - Annette has to take the laptop in for service, and we've been busy. It may be very quiet for a few weeks. So until then, some pictures:

Doesn't that suit make my ass look big?

No time to write, so a snipped email:

Mads was in a storytelling mood last night, and while we lay in bed she launched into a long Dada narrative about Vita going and meeting her ten friends in the cat park, and how they played, and how they were all very brave cats, and so on. Then she switched tracks and began asking questions:

"Dad, do fishes eat other fishes?"

I know where this is leading, and it is not good, so I lie.

"Uh, no, they wouldn't do that."

"But sharks eat other fishes."

Clearly someone in the day care has seen Finding Nemo.

"I'm afraid so. Sharks do eat other fishes."

"Do they eat tuna fishes?"

"I guess they do."

"Do they eat little baby tuna fishes."

I don't want to answer.

"Uh, yeah, I guess."

"Do they eat mommy tuna fishes?"

Definitely, some little punk saw Nemo.

"No way, mommy tunas are too big, they're even bigger than sharks."

"So they eat the mommy's babies?"

Oh dear.

"No, wait, I forgot, sharks don't eat any tuna fishes. They just eat these really ugly fishes that nobody likes."

"But when monsters eat people, they crunch them into little bits."

"Who told you that?"

Surprisingly, no nightmares, though at four o'clock in the morning she awoke from a dream yelling "Mom, I didn't want you to do that!" and accused her mother of having eaten the snack she was serving to a bear. Annette really doesn't enjoy being woken in the middle of the night to be lectured for something she did in her child's subconscious.