Edward follows Elizabeth all around their playroom: whatever she’s doing looks good to him. (We speculate that this is how we got twins: “Hey, you’re going down the fallopian tube now? Me too!”) This drives Elizabeth crazy. She crabs and cries at him, and looks at us in appeal. She’s oppressed; he’s oblivious, unaffected, unrelenting. She keeps moving away; he keeps joining her.
Can I tell you that this post has made me laugh for the first time in forever, dear Swistle. Thank you so much. Because I am avoiding so many other things I need to do I decided what better way to waste afternoon number 38 than to read through the archives of one of my favorite bloggers. That little story right there with the fallopian tube comment, made my whole month.
MrsGrumpy- Oh, how fun to get a comment on an old post! I’m glad it made you laugh!