Reading to my friend Sofia and my son, whom I'll simply call "boy" for now.Last night was Date Night with Dad and he spends the night with me.
This morning he made it rain, inside my house (forgot to put the shower curtain IN the shower)!
Bella and danced to "I Could Have Danced All Night" watching "My Fair Lady" and Stina was home sick. SO those two are safe for now.
The youngest of Daddy's Pride, Sofia, was playing with Daddy's very special Japanese Samurai teapot and broke it. 
I told her I was very sad that she didn't respect something of Daddy's, and that although it wasn't OK she broke it, that I loved her more than the teapot that was so special to me.
It's not complex being a nurturing parent, 
but it's not easy all the time.While reading to "the boy" this afternoon, I came across an interesting passage in our book (Charlotte's Web).
"I suppose so," said Mrs. Arable. "I never looked at it that way before. Still, I don't understand how those words got into the web. I don't understand it, and I don't like what I can't understand."
"None of us do," said Dr. Dorian, sighing. "I'm a doctor. Doctors are supposed to understand everything. But I don't understand everything, and I don't intend to let it worry me."
At first I didn't understand why it was raining inside my house this morning. Once I figured out he had done the same thing his sister had done over Christmas, I solved the problem and didn't intend to let it worry me. I did the same thing last night when Sofia broke my Japanese Samurai teapot.
I think I'll start calling them Thing One and Thing Two.SLIDE SHOW - THE NIGHT - part 1
SLIDE SHOW 1
SLIDE SHOW 2
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What's up MR Stuart it's malcolm. For the monkey locker mess I think 220 are open and 880 are shut.
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