Aimee keeps asking me if winter is finished yet. I think it's because she wants to wear her skirts. So today - the actual middle of winter - I let her wear her favourite purple one, albeit with some long pants underneath. There is just no reasoning with a three year-old.
I suppose the thought crosses every kid's mind, but Daniel asked me if God has a wife. Fair question; difficult to explain how he has a son, but no wife.
I decided to haul out a pair of high-heels to see if I could manage to wear them for the full duration of a wedding and reception. An upcoming wedding of friends of ours has "Dress: formal" on the invitation, so I thought it best to try be a little smarter than my usual attire. But I barely made an hour in them. If I go this route, I might need regular shots of pethidine just to be able to walk! Aimee was beside herself with excitement, and I had to resort to threats to get them off her.