Frances: During a zombie apocalypse, I wouldn’t trust you to watch me while I sleep. I think you would lie down and read and eventually fall asleep. If I wake up dead during a zombie apocalypse, I’ll blame you.
Frances has been home sick since Friday.
We know that she is truly sick (as opposed to being merely disinclined to attend school) when she is still — and she actually has been on the sofa every day.
(We had to reschedule our first home visit with the behavioural therapist this week.)
At any rate, I have never before now seen her colouring in the same colouring book twice!
Frances: I love you more than a thousand suns…
In my ongoing quest for sleep amid Frances’s sleep disturbance, I recently bought a book entitled, The Rabbit Who Wants to Fall Asleep by Carl-Johan Forssén Ehrlin. It aims to put the listener to sleep using words with “psychological purpose”.
So, I’ve pretty much resorted to hypnosis. Does that say “caring parent” or does it say “desperate”? 😉
(While I was reading it to Frances, she got up off the bed and said, “That’s making me tired.” She then left the room.)
One day recently, Frances and I were going to the toy store because she wanted to spend her allowance. Seeing as how she had bought a baby doll the week before, I insisted that she not buy one on this trip to the store.
I know that I’ve spoken about her intense, uh, focus on dolls of every type, so it won’t be too much of a shock to learn that she actually bought horse figurines (i.e., horse dolls). Well, she didn’t, in fact, buy a baby doll, so that’s something.