Sitting here in a valerian induced daze, when you have a headache can cause neat thoughts to be born. But this is about Carolâ€™s children, not valerian, dazes, headaches or anything being born thank you very much!
I have learned that Carolâ€™s children teach you patience among other things. Itâ€™s like taking care of 50 some odd 2 and 3 year olds, some potty trained some not. Ok 2 and 3 year olds are pretty odd anywayâ€¦ much like the children they do occasionally tend to bark, meow and make other strange squeally noises. They do have accidents in their pants.. wait Carolâ€™s children donâ€™t wear pants. Maybe they should! No that would mean more laundry.. forget the pants. Where was I? Pants! No wait, not pants. We decided against the pants. Ah food! Yes eating! They also eat like 2 and 3 year olds, most of it gets in the mouth. Some one the floor. And my nephew, who is 2 ½, has been found playing sand in the litter box so I suppose that counts for the dogs that hunt for tootsie rolls. And which little kid can possibly pass up a mud puddle? Not Carolâ€™s! they may dance around it, or dive right in! Spaloosh! Then there is the whole sea of mud on the floor, little footy prints on the beds, the mommy my toy is under the bed! Well why did you put it there? We were playing hide and seek!
Some still need to learn the art of sharing as every little child must. Some share everything willingly, some get miffed if you are breathing in their space.
They may take up all sorts of space, create more laundry than any person should have to do, make lovely seas and islands in the middle of the floorâ€¦ but! They do teach you patience when they sit there with that donâ€™t you just love me to bits look! Yes defiantly patientâ€¦ now where did we put the mop.