i am attempting to paint my dining room...
which means first removing two layers of very old wallpaper...
there is not really a word available that fully captures how awful a task this is...
no wonder i haven't done it in all the years we have lived here....no wonder people rent...no wonder i drink...
in other news, the boybarians have chosen to be roman legionaries for halloween...they have been wearing their outfits for a few days now and love them...
the duke especially loves the tunic, and has taken to wearing it sans the rest of the outfit...
"it's comfortable and cool...i love it!"
indeed.
and then there's wingman...lately he has been very interested in how babies come to be inside of their mama's tummies...
and he just looks at me like "um, please" when i tell him it's "magic"...he knows that's bullshit and i've just not yet come up with a plan of attack for explaining it better than that...and yes, i am terribly embarrassed that that answer made it into my brain and past my lips...especially given my previous background...
it's funny how some aspects of parenting just are no big deal, and then you come upon one that is surprising in its challenge..its ability to kind of just stop you in your tracks and make you go "uh...hmmm...um..."
the duke is eight and we haven't done the birds and the bees with him yet...he's never been very interested, but at four wingman is dying to know the answers to all kinds of things...like do we hear when we're dead?, do we become babies again when we die?, how do babies get from being in the sky into their mama's tummies?...
i suppose i won't worry too much about it now because i know the moment will present itself and i'll seize upon it...and hopefully i won't fuck it up...
in the meantime i wonder how deeply wingman will continue to ponder all that seems so vast...and how long the duke will continue to enjoy wearing a long silky tunic...
x.
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