Why are the best “please, just leave it until tomorrow!” projects always built right in the middle of the living room? Why not start, oh, I don’t know… in the “play area,” just a metre to the left? In the bedroom, upstairs?
Mark’s message on the new box of chocolate he gave me for my birthday—“do not open, mommy’s”—might be a clue in the curious case of the missing stash of chocolate at home. I’m pretty sure I didn’t eat it all and wrapping papers were found under the couch… Can’t even blame a pet, we don’t have one!
“Cut off the crust, please, oh, please, cut off the crust! I can’t have crust on my lunchbox sandwich!”
*Immediately grabs the crust I just cut off and asks for a plate to eat it in front of the TV*
Why do I find math tests on my bed at night? What did I do to him??
As a true Canadian kid who doesn’t seem to mind snow storms…
— Juliette Giannesini (@Xiaozhuli) April 10, 2019
The weather that day, mid-April…
What are the odds! Every time Mark plays Parcheesi against Bat-Bear, he wins. Crazy.
“I guess I’m just good at it,” Mark shrugs innocently. “Don’t worry,” he whispers to me five seconds later. “I am pretending. I know Bat-Bear is not actually playing!”