Before dinner this evening, I was persistently instructed to close the book I was perusing and put it down, because it was DANGEROUS. It was a Wodehouse anthology. When I did shut it, the kiddo immediately delivered it to Daddy. I guess he is impervious to the dangers of Bertie.
Instead, I was exhorted to look at (but not read) a Bible storybook. It's possible that we're living with a reincarnation of Elsie Dinsmore.
1 comment:
Hilarious! I'd better not hear anything about you locking A in the closet or beating her for eating pancakes, though.
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