May 30, 2009

The other day I wrote about humble pie; Michaela must have sensed my need because she served me a hearty slice this afternoon. Christian accidentally broke a pane of glass in one of the front windows (with an umbrella).  Mike took care of cleaning it up; I was actually on the way out of the door with the kids, so no one got in the mess.  I did make one comment.  I said, with an "oh, no!" expression on my face,"Eee!  I don't like having a hole in the house!"  (I am super paranoid about a variety of animals coming into our home and terrorizing me.) Michaela was walking with me through the house and said,"Well, it's better than the houses they live in in Kenya, where it's, you know, open and stuff.  They have mosquitoes there and nets." This is from a girl who, seriously, has 27 mosquito bites on her legs. Will someone hand me a fork, please?