Just had a shipment of visitors descend on us for the month of January. All of them most welcome of course! (They all read this bloody thing.) The last of the visitors was Grandparents No. 3 (in order of them visiting us - not popularity). They have gone up to Canberra to rest and probably to get a bit of Grandparent Counselling, if such a thing were to exist.
Another visitor this week was The Cousin's five year old girl Sienna. Sienna has lots of opinions and, like Henry, is a first born, and like Henry is also ambitious, bossy but lots of mischievous fun. The children were sitting at the table having a discussion over Second Breakfast (the first not being good enough). "Dads have jobs and the Mums don't" was one part of the conversation. I had to put things right. In came I, wearing rubber gloves and all: "No that's not right. Your Mum works Sienna." I appealed to my oldest son "Henry, what does Mama do?".
Henry looked perplexed. Perhaps he had forgotten how to pronounce Choreographer? Maybe he didn't know the difference between Dance Artist and Dance Teacher or Professional Dancer. Finally he spoke "Clean up?". That just about says it all folks.
Babe the scales are tipped in David's favour at the moment. He has two free hands and a brain all day to get down to work. Unfortunately I think he uses all that to look at The Sun online at work, and reports back in the evening. Not so much edgy, arty conversation going on. Only in my head! Good to hear from you and loved that dance clip you sent.
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