Pyjamas have pockets

Pyjamas have pockets for storing K'nex
And Lego and raisins and elephant cheques
Pyjamas have pockets and that makes them clothes
As everyone everyone everyone knows.

SPRING!

A month ago I was chipping ice off the washing line to hang laundry up - which I did wearing a coat and gloves.

Today I was out there in my tshirt, jeans, and open-toed sandals, hanging wet washign slowly to relish the sun on my shoulders.

The children didn't want to go out but in the late afternoon I brought the bike and scooters into the front hallway and opened the door, and we played on the footpath outside for 30-45 minutes. Linnea has about grown into her huge scooter now so she, Emer and I have one each. She isn't keen on her bike though. She wants the saddle a little lower.

The sun shone, I opened the windows and played music so we could hear it in the street (though sadly not as loud as some cars) and it was lovely lovely lovely.

If I weren't slightly crazed with purely physical pain, all would be magnificent - as it is, things are pretty damn good.

And the weather is forecast to continue charming.

Fingers

I stood on the doorstep and the children were halfway down the street, just within earshot. Emer was looking at Linnea's scooter, which has flowers and a logo.

"Dat my name," she said.

"No," said Linnea, "those letters aren't in your name. Look, Ill show you one that's in your name."

I asked her what she shower her, later, and she held out one finger on her left hand, and put three fingers of her right hand against it, to make an E.

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I asked Emer to pick some books up.

"I tan't," she said, "oney scissors."

She thought about it for a while, then used her fingers like tongs, and picked the books up without cutting them. But both hands were scissors, not hands - that was very clear.