The other morning, Michael had a nosebleed. I’m not sure why though I can imagine several explanations. He wiped blood all over his face and clothes. While I had my back turned Daniel fell or was pushed and cut his lip and bled freely over his chin and onto his t-shirt. Then the child minder arrived; it’s hard not to be defensive in these circumstances.
one summer day my stepdaughter was wailing through the house (windows wide open, in the city, so nearby neighbors abound): “But I’m SOOOOO hunnnnngry. Why, why, can’t i have something, anything to eat? When will we eat again?” sounding as if the authorities should be called, when in fact she had just finished lunch and was merely being denied Goldfish (do you have goldfish? http://www.pepperidgefarm.com/ProductLanding.aspx?catID=722)