You know that fake water wheel in the back yard at the Dancing Square? It's not there any more. We beat it to pieces with its own axle. M was especially good at putting the boot in. Then we dismantled the bridge, to the Bandicoot's dismay. (The Bandicoot had taken to lurking, troll-like, under the bridge.) I am guilt-stricken at not having fulfilled my promise to put a troll under that bridge. And now it's too late. I don't know how to make it up to them...
After piling the rubble, we went back inside and M conquered the world.
In more constructive news, I got a valentine from Tiger. Such a thoughtful child! I wonder what he wants for his birthday.
Today's earrings: wheels, ebony teardrops
Bedtime reading: Die For Love, Elizabeth Peters
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