March 12, 2009
Our laundress-in-training helps with the chore. When I'm sitting on the floor by the inside of the porthole door of the washing machine, loading yet another pile of pretreated black bean and strawberry stains, L pushes her way to the outside of the door so we can look at each other and play the tap tap game.
The child was home today for doctor's orders recuperating, but she seemed quite plenty recuperated. There was no slowing her down today. We put her on alert: tomorrow it is back to school.