Watching British TV, Fio was again reminded that window screens are not used in England--or at least, they weren't used in the hotels that the family stayed at when the tribe visited, lo, these many years ago. She was also reminded of the friendliness of the people we met by chance, like on that tour of an ancient castle, which was when Fiorella realized she didn't care a fig about castles, but loved talking to people and learning about their lives.
Fio is trying out new places to lay her computer down on when it's not in her lap. Sliding it under the bed was her first choice, but then she had to lie on the floor and to drag it out from under the bedsprings. Her second choice was to place it on top of the bed covers, but then it slipped off the fuzzy blue bed throw onto the floor. Right now, she's experimenting with placing it on a block of wood beside her bed. She'll let you know the result.
Take it from Fio--everyone's mother drives them crazy, and those very same mothers love them to the ends of the earth. Hey, just wait till you are a parent!
Son came back from Walgreen's with sugar-laden goodies for your girl, and she gobbled down the Peeps like a five-year-old. Yes, Fio has him well-trained.
Here's the report on what's going on in your girl's world: she has all her pants and tops on hangers and all her underwear in drawers--which comes out as a a pun because drawers are also what we call underpants.
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