Avi is an early riser, and this morning she was bouncing around my bed at 5AM, kicking the walls, talking, singing, poking, prodding.
I got up at six and we headed to the dining room where Avi occupied herself with a small piece of tape. She stuck it here, there and everywhere. I was only half listening to her chatter about it being her bandaid when she got slightly more insistent:
“I really do need a band-aid. I really did get cut by something. Like maybe an atom bomb, or scissors!”
Um, yes, we are still studying WWII, and apparently, some of the information is sticking. And for the record, while we do have scissors we have no atom bombs in the house. Even I draw the line at some projects.by