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[rivka]

I worked a half day today. First couple of hours went fine (except for the coughing), but by 12:30 I was having noticeable trouble breathing. Fortunately, I (a) had my inhaler with me, and (b) had already arranged to have Michael pick me up at 1:00.

I don't seem to be able to nap, but I'm resting. Spent a couple of hours reading in bed, went down to say hi to Alex (her nanny is here today), and am now sitting up drinking tea and trying to let my upright posture clear my sinuses.

Alex is downstairs, literally shouting with excitement. "Alex's train tracks! This one go here! Through the TUNNEL! Excuse me, engine! Boxcar go up the HILL! Alex's TRAIN TRACKS!"

Man, that was the best $13 we Santa ever spent.

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[hobbitbabe.livejournal.com]

When I was on the train back from Montreal the other day, my ear was caught by a mum-toddler conversation in which the small one was complaining about waiting for the train to start and the mum said "Waiting is a learned skill."

"Oh. I don't like learning."

Later, the small person was attempting to convince his/her mother that "No, mummy, the captain wants me to go up there and blow the whistle for the train."

[rivka.livejournal.com]

Later, the small person was attempting to convince his/her mother that "No, mummy, the captain wants me to go up there and blow the whistle for the train."

Hee! It could have been true, I'm sure, if the captain - is that the right terminology, for a Canadian train? - had only known what a good job the small person would have done.