Apples and flowers

[yakalskovich]

Just now, my neighbour Angela came back from her father's place in a small town an hour's drive away from here. She was laden with all sorts of bags and things and rural goodies while her 8-year-old son Paul was shooting his crossbow (not a Burleigh&Stronginthearm, though).

I said hello, and Angela asked me whether I wanted apples, by way of a greeting, and in the same breath handed me five daffodils. She then meant to dig in her bags for the apples, but met slight  problems, as I was already doubling over with giggles while Paul was literally rolling on the floor with laughter, so she tried to calm us down first. Being offered apples but given flowers hit me as ever so funny. Of course, she'd taken the daffies as a given and then asked me about the apples, but still, the discrepany hit me as mightily funny.

Now I am the richer by four apples and five daffodils, and shall go over later to read some more "Watership Down" to Paul.

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[wiebke.livejournal.com]

I got to see my sister's sons Ian and Sean last week, which was great. Within five minutes of entering the house, Sean had me pinned down on the sofa and bossed me into reading the latest copy of the National Wildlife Federation's kiddie magazine to him. You'd think I was him mom, but actually it worked out well since Mom and Dad actually could cook dinner while all this was going on. Meanwhile I told 16-year-old Ian encouraging stories about how bad I was at math at his age (he's just like me) and also ended up "commissioning" to do some artwork for Inception. He uses Bryce software and his stuff is quite impressive I think! Awww, blond-headed nephews...

[yakalskovich]

Oh yes, Paul is such fun, too...

Crossbow or no crossbow.