I was having such a lovely day...

...and then Tadpole barfed on me.

Goodness. Why do these things always happen to me? Wait, don't bother answering. "Because you don't bring a change of clothes", is the right answer. It never happens when you bring a change of clothes, have you noticed? Only when you don't.

At the ROM (Royal Ontario Museum), Tadpole marveled in front of the skeletons put side-by-side for the public to compare: a Himalayian bear, and an adult human being. "This is me, and this is you", she said, pointing, and was off.

Guess who was the bear?

Not that my teeth are truly that sharp, or my skull that small, or my arms that long, or my knees that bent (yes, it is an ugly animal altogether), I think what caught her attention was the wide chest. Aha, so this is how you get boobs, she must have thought. At least I hope. Oh, do I hope.

The tourists around were very amused. And I? Was crushed.

Hair!

Froglet: Is hair important?
la rainette: ?
Froglet: Mommeeeeee! Is hair important?
la rainette: WHY?
Froglet: I just want to know.
la rainette *suspicious* Is the school photographer coming tomorrow?
Froglet: yes

Aha.

That conversation took place yesterday evening. Last year, Froglet had her hair standing up on ends and was wearing an obviously unironed dress. This year, I picked a dress that looks good even if not ironed (I WILL NOT IRON, IS THAT CLEAR, WORLD? AND SISTER-IN-LAW WHO INSISTS ON BUYING LINEN CLOTHES FOR THE KIDS?), and showed her how to spit in her hands and flatten her hair. I hope the photos turn out fine.

Am spamming, did you notice? Yes, I am indeed procrastinating. I have indeed housework to do. We do indeed have visitors again, arriving Thursday. I am indeed thrilled to see them.

However, I do not feel like cleaning the house first and am waiting for the elves to discreetly kick in.

They keep ignoring me, how annoying. Snowhite, please help?