The Sounds of Silence
I don't know what that is.
You guys. Nobody told me that at age six there we be so.much.talking.
The child did not stop all day. She was home today due to lunar new year and well..holy.
Not that she was misbehaved. She was just on. All day. ON 💯
Of course the usual singing and talking to herself and her ponies and how you need to be respectful and kind and honest, etc. These are all good lessons so yay for the ponies but well...how about it's time for the ponies to have a nap?
Is there a mute button?
She made a unicorn terrarium that she got for her birthday as a gift and the ladies also cracked open the 8 gajillion piece jewelry making kid and there was bracelet and necklace making as well.
Later I was tasked with opening yet another pack of my little ponies because we don't have enough as it is and we need moar ponies.
I was busy trying again to change another outlet because now I'm an expert 🙃. While I had my attentions elsewhere she snuck up to the room and closed her door. I thought/hoped that she might take herself to bed for a little snooze. I was wrong. She snuck her tablet into her room and closed the door so the parents didn't notice. 13 begins at six apparently.
Lastly, I want to share a Dad Joke, but this time's the joke's on Dad.
"Hey Dad. What's your name?"
"Jim"
"What is this?" (she points to her nose)
"Nose"
"What is the opposite of something?"
"Nothing"
"Dad. Nose. Nothing"
Hardy. Har. Har.
