There is a surprise* waiting for Sara in her room. She is downstairs talking to some of her school friends, who she met by accident just outside our home. I haven’t breathed a word to her about this belated birthday present from her grandmother. Julien placed it on her table while we were in town, so that the next time she walks into the room there it will be. TaTaa!
30 minutes later… Sara’s still outside chatting away. My son and I are trying to remain nonchalant. I’m not doing a good job of it l. Thinking that maybe I’ll tell her that someone is on the phone for her. But, then what do I say when she comes up and there isn’t anyone on the phone?
Boy, can teenagers ever talk!
* a new sewing machine