Me: What is Daddy doing?
Emma: He’s talking to Hendle Berman.
Me: Who?
Emma: Hendal Bemerman.
Me: Oh. I see. Can he get you lunch?
Emma: Um um no. Daddy said there’s a bemergency.
Me: What kind of emergency?
Emma: Daddy said there’s a cummun bemergency.
Me: So he really can't get you lunch?
Emma: No, he said that he has to write a persponse about it.
3 seconds later
Matt: Anne! Anne! Anne! Are you reading Stand firm? Why are the children talking to me? Anne! Anne!
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All in all, I suspect if more of us were feeding our children rather than writing "persponses", the world might be a significantly better place.
thank you for your persponse. Perhaps if you were feeding children instead of writing it we would be spared this little exchange.
Well, I feel driven to make a persponse of my own to say that I hardly slept last night for worrying about the state of the cummun bemergency. And then I got up in a state of gloom and doom to go practice the awfullest Hammond organ you can imagine at St. Francis Anglican church in Karen, just west of Nairobi in case you've forgotten. I have to practice, because I've been landed with playing "Here Comes the Bride" tomorrow for the 4 o'clock wedding of a British gentleman and his lovely Russian Orthodox bride, and in Kenya, you DO play "Here Comes the Bride", and the wedding march from Midsummer Night's Dream as a recessional. And aside from my apprehension of hitting wrong notes on music so well known, there's the G which sticks, and the ever-present danger of the electricity going off just as I strike up the march. At which point the organ unwinds like an ancient gramophone. So I have my own set of bemergencies, along with what's happening to the Anglican Communion, and I just wish I could relax and be like my mother who always would say, "Now Dear, we must just trust the Lord."
Oh, dear. I'm afraid my previous comment was misunderstood. I don't think you're a Bad Mother Who Starves Her Children! No, no, no... and I found the little vignette you recounted quite charming. Really -- I chuckled out loud, cross my heart. I've been reading far too many blogs and hitting the refresh key too much recently, so my little musing is a bit of self-chiding more than anything else. I have not phoned in an anonymous tip to Child Protective Services, I swear!
That is too funny. Matt talking to Kendall Harmon.
Oh, I'm so glad. I know what you mean, I've been taking things badly because my eyes are practically crossed from reading so much online. And the worse the news gets, the worse I take everything.
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