I have been trapped inside all day with the weasels so I am in no mood for chit chat. Let’s get right to the point. It’s been snowing a lot, and I don’t have a hat. I volunteered to shovel the front steps just to get the heck out of the house.
It took me a while, but not long enough.
Meanwhile, Harriet has been reading The Drama of the Gifted Child, and growing very critical of the weasels’ upbringing. Here is a recent conversation we had:
Harriet: “It’s not right what they’re doing to those children.”
Me: “Who? The weasels?”
Harriet: “Yes, the weasels. These years are critical for their emotional health as adults. Every child is gifted, and their parents are abusing this gift. Did you see how they wouldn’t give that one cheese puffs?”
Me: “What are you talking about? You know, Harriet, you better keep out of this. You’re not even a god parent.”
Harriet: “I’ll do what I want.”
Well, I am keeping out of it, for the most part. Harriet asked me to post this video:
