Just before bedtime the Girl got out a joke book and regailed us with old'uns but corny'uns. After nearly every joke the Boy threw back his head and laughed uproariously, then, still chuckling, repeated the punchline before adding, 'I don't get it.'
Being the moving story of a family of four (chronologically a Man, a Woman, a Girl and a Boy) adapting from life in a small English village to the strange New World of upstate New York...
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Mad scientists
This morning Mum and I headed out to Indian Ladder Farms for some seasonal provisions - gourds, pears, apple chips and the like. Then we rejoined Dad and walked to the local restaurant for lunch.
We spent the afternoon quietly, reading and dozing (I tell you, jet-lag really is catching), before the children got home full of noise and energy. Dad managed to channel some of the latter into various kitchen science experiments involving fire, water, baking soda and (most importantly) really big goggles.
Just before bedtime the Girl got out a joke book and regailed us with old'uns but corny'uns. After nearly every joke the Boy threw back his head and laughed uproariously, then, still chuckling, repeated the punchline before adding, 'I don't get it.'
Just before bedtime the Girl got out a joke book and regailed us with old'uns but corny'uns. After nearly every joke the Boy threw back his head and laughed uproariously, then, still chuckling, repeated the punchline before adding, 'I don't get it.'
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