While I was helping Emma carry boxes upstairs Johnny thought it was fun to throw paper up and down the stairs. It was hard trying not to trip, fall and break our necks while carrying heavy boxes and avoiding stepping on little fingers or slipping on paper.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Obstacle course
Posted by Alice at 9:25 AM
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