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two boys (Sara)

I had to go to the post office today. In front of me in the lineup was a mother with two boys, one still in a stroller and the other one about 4 years old. It was a busy day so there were lots of people and we had to stand outside for quite a while. The post office had one of those fancy automatic doors with motion detectors. When the older boy stood in front of the door and moved, it of course opened. He looked at it. Then he stood very very still. The door closed again. He snapped his fingers and the door opened. He turned around and looked at his little brother and he looked back with utter amazement. The boy turned around and snapped his fingers again. It opened again…. and again… and again… and again… until the mother rushed the boy inside.

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two boys. (Sara)

Two little boys playing with a ball near the street, kicking the ball as high as they can, getting lots of stern looks from the people passing by.

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Children can be so mean (lia)

A little fat girl on her way to grade school, stands by the street light waiting for the light to turn. She’s dressed in her favourite skirt and sweater. A bright ribbon holds back her dark wavy curls. A schoolmate of hers passes on the way to the bakery to pick up bread rolls for her family.

This is one of those perfect princess girls that plagues all of our childhoods. You can tell by the way she walks, by the say she swishes her hair back over her shoulders.

The one girl waves at the little princess and says a bright hello. The princess runs pass her, almost not noticing her, and then only making a response of, “You are way too early”.

I look upon this scene from my living room window and can see by the change in the girl’s posture that she’s registered it all: her outfit is wrong, her hair is wrong, she’s even wrong to want to go to school early… I want to tell her that the princess is wrong, or that she didn’t really mean to be mean, she’s just unthinking, which when you come down to it, is probably the same thing.

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Oh Yeah! (Sara)

Shazaam! I got my very first fanmail!  My mum and I  were eating lunch at a cafe with one our friends and her two daughters and her youngest daughter Maria-Lisa wrote me this on a napkin:

For Sara

From Cookie

my nik name is cookie

( now on the other side of the napkin:)

From Maria-Lisa

Vor Sara:

You are priti

you are nice

you are gud

I like yu sara.

(isn’t that cute?)

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Surprise Surprise (Lia)

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

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Lunch is served! (Lady Fi)

The kids promised to sleep in until lunch time a couple of days ago.

Lunch gets served at 3 am, 6 am and 7 am in our household.

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Summer holidays have started… (Lady Fi)

My two kids upstairs arguing.

A wet and happy dog resting golden on the warm wooden floor.

Baking, friends, jumping on the trampoline.

The merciful rain tattooing a secret code on the roof.

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