As much as I would love to plan an activity for the children, I mostly ignore and unblock. I feel like I was raised this way. I feel like I was mostly left to myself, encouraged and unblocked. Thank you, Mom! And look how I turned out. Crazy farmer’s wife herding cattle, selling beef, raising four kids with my husband in France. Not so bad, really. Or should I have been a banker? I don’t know. But I do know that three minutes and fifty-four seconds of Bruno Mars and my three-year-old dancing in the kitchen … sorry … jumping in the kitchen will support the non-banker option. OOO!
Lucy pierced the blunt side of the egg with a super, sharp needle. After, she gently lowered the beauties with a slotted spoon in boiling water. There they rest for six minutes. This was “goûter.” A snack before dinner. Her idea. I helped a bit with the needle, but not that much because my thumb is swollen from a knife puncture trying to recover a kite in a little tin box that wasn’t there.
And on to the Zélie bounce …
