As we drove home from picking up some curtain rods for Mariel's new curtains, Mr. Honey said, "Mariel, are those screws from the old curtain hardware still sitting on your dresser?"
"Yes, they're still there. You know the tall one? He's the tallest, so he's the president. The white ones are all lying down, and the blue one is giving a speech. That's how you will know them," Mariel said helpfully.
"Um, okay. I'll look for that. Thanks." Mr. Honey glanced at me. I was trying not to laugh. He said, "The next time one of these kids comes to me complaining of boredom, I'm going to say, 'Whose kid are you, anyway? Here, have some screws to play with!'"
At that moment, Cornflower shouted, "Daddy, can we ple-e-ea-se go the long way home this time?" And Triss began reading aloud a poem about some people named Hodge and Podge.
Happy New Year from our family to yours~ we wish you screws to imagine with, poetry to share, and time to go the long way.