Today as we were driving to preschool, Hazel said "daddy, I think it’s going to rain today". I looked around at the absolutely cloudless blue sky, and asked her why she thought that. She said "It is. I know. " with great confidence. I glanced at my phone app, but it showed nothing but heat and Sun.
7 hours later, I walked out of the store, and felt raindrops from an almost solitary dark cloud right overhead.
If this were a movie, I’d be worried right now
Hazel had a poetry assignment for school. They had to create a book with a certain number of different styles of poems, including haikus, cinquain, diamante, ballads, ode, and elegy.
We did Tuesday tacos, and Margot was playing with my phone while we waited. She said she was trying to look mysterious.
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It had been quiet for awhile, so I went and checked on Margot. She was quietly making a mess peeling paper of crayons, one of her favorite hobbies.
Margot just said " me, bed". Then she collected her toys, and went in her room for a nap. Such an easy kid.
