Current job? ~Student. I’m 12 Dream job? ~Anything that makes me enough money to run a Friesian and Lippizaner care centre attached to a vet’s office where my friends can come and ride my horses for free. Not Mummy Favorite food? ~Salad Favorite type of cat? ~Calico Favorite candy? ~Anything sour Favourite ice cream? ~MintContinue reading “Interview with Frances, Aged 12 years, 5 months”
The weather here has been ridiculously cold. We’ve all bundled up under extra blankets for windchills in the -20s and -30s. We’re approaching the end of January, and, unfortunately, Frances has been pretty sick for much of the month which has prevented her from enjoying the snow whenever it appeared. In fact, my highly active,Continue reading “This must be Thursday…”
So, last night, Frances came into my room with a piece of Scotch tape and a washable marker, then proceeded to get my fingerprint. She said, “Thanks for the sample” as she left. Very mysterious. There are times when I just don’t press the issue. Take, for example, the time that the cat was aContinue reading “Mysteries”
One fascinating aspect of 10-year-old Frances’s personality is that she remembers facts so well and that she shares them kind of…randomly. For example, the following recent conversation was brief but interesting: Frances: The atomic number of copper is 29. Me: Okay, thanks. There was no preceding conversation. We just happened to be passing each otherContinue reading “Periodic update”
I’m glad to see that her recent interest in listening to music on her iPod isn’t interfering with her reading.
I just found this gem of a conversation. Frances had just turned four. Frances: The ugly duckling is really a swan? The swan egg got accidentally into the duck nest? How could that have happened? That doesn’t make any sense…! Me: Uh…
One day, when Frances was about 18 months old, she took hundreds of children’s books off a set of shelves in the living room and stood on top of the haphazard pile to get more. She sometimes lined the entire house with a path of books that encompassed the dining room table and led backContinue reading “When it’s quiet…”
Almost exactly two years ago, we went to the CN Tower. On an observation deck, Frances faced in the opposite direction of the other tourists: she had pulled out a book and started reading. May she always do things her way!
…I love reading to Frances, and I love reading comic books, but I find that the format doesn’t really lend itself to joint reading for me. But we keep trying because she wants to do so.
My family and I like to reminisce about the camping trip during which we had sought shelter in a bookstore, first from an unbearably hot summer afternoon and then from a tornadic storm later that day. I was not surprised by the fact that we ended up in a bookstore as we all love booksContinue reading “Shelter in books”