Help from the children


We arrived this very evening, and the first thing I told my Superstar Husband is that if he ever said "Victoria Island" again, Canadians would surely mock him. Victoria is on Vancouver Island, confusing as that may be. Vancouver is on no island at all.

He questioned whether it would be right to mock him. Right or not right, there is simply no way to get rid of one of the true natural skills of the people of this nation. Mockery. In Canada, it's a civil right.

Here's a story, though, since my brain has left me, I'm supposing to nurture my unborn baby.

Before we left Sacramento, the kids were running around and I was cooking. I wasn't exactly sure of what they were doing, until they trooped into the kitchen with their new backpacks on, and YaYa held out two stuffed animals to me. "You're going to have to carry these bears," she said matter-of-factly.

Turns out they were "packing." The backpacks were all full of stuffed animals. Which is helpful, you know, when you wake up in the morning and need a cuddle, but might not be so helpful if you need some clothing. So I said, "Wellllll, we're not going to be bringing all of our stuffed animals with us. We'll probably need some clothes.

They pranced off. And the next morning when I went to get Kid A dressed, I found that all of the clothing in his drawer was gone! Vanished. Or actually, in his backpack.

I think that eventually they'll pick up some packing skillz. But for now- they need a little help.