Saturday, 6 October 2007

Maybe not..

the right school for us, no. But I honestly need another 12h to calm my nerves enough to write about it. Just have to post this:

Comment of the day: O is cooking, I am ironing, J playing on the floor. Suddenly, I see her disappear. We both say: "Where is J?", "Where IS J?" Eventually I ask O if he knows where he is, maybe she has gone to bed?..

A muffled voice is heard from the floor: "adaa, edaa, adaa, edaa, e i lååådan" *which means, adaar, edaar, adaar, edaar is in the box".

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