After I braided her hair this morning, Rose said, “I’m so lucky to be a girl! We can have so many different hairstyles. That’s why boys are jealous of us.”
This evening I called all the kids to attention and pointed to a box of cookies. “These are for us to take to the party tomorrow night. Do NOT open these. Okay?” After Isaac, Mabel, Rose and Henry had each said, “Okay,” Hazel said, “Okay, cookie.”
Oh, and speaking of cookies, Isaac noticed this:
“A passion for the . . . ”
What do you think they were trying to say here? Silence is golden? The things we love most are best left unsaid?