The Crafty Conservative
We came from a house with no mirrors. We had one in the bathroom that I had to stand on my tiptoes to see my whole face. I also had a decorative mirror in the dining room where I could see my whole face without being on my tiptoes. No full-length mirrors anywhere. I trusted Sugar Daddy to tell me if my outfit was horrendous. Or, I would go on the porch and hope the sun would cooperate and then I could see myself in the door. Pathetic, I know.
This house we're in now has better mirrors. The bathroom mirror is at the perfect height for me. I can see my whole face and then some. We also have a full-length mirror on the door to Big Apple's room (at the end of a hallway). Frog loves this mirror. Sometimes I catch him having conversations with himself. He'll say, "Hi Frog*! What's up?". Then he'll laugh hysterically and start jumping up and down like a maniac (his favorite activity). This is what I saw from him this morning...
Frog: jumping up and down, spinning in circles, then bumping his head on the mirror Ouch! Oh FREAK!
more laughing, more jumping, more spinning all the while saying oh freak oh freak oh freak.
*names have been changed (could you tell?)
Thursday, June 16, 2005
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LOL that whole story has me cracking up the things our kids do! LOL
ReplyDeleteLOL that whole story has me cracking up the things our kids do! LOL
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