Mar 24, 2009

One way to get things done

I made the mistake of telling Bella that I was making her a new dancing dress as I was cutting out the fabric, so periodically over the next 5 days (not counting the weekend, when I was spousally compelled to enjoy the great outdoors), she would run into my office, screeching, "MAMA ARE YOU WORKING ON MY DRESS? ARE YOU MAKING MY DANCING DRESS? MAMA I'MAGONNA WAIT FOR YOU MAKING MY DANCING DRESS, OKAAAAAY?"