Dearest Daughters,
An original haiku for you this afternoon, as I sit on a (lidded) toilet, supervising contained, harmonious play:
Painting in the bath
Two birds, one stone, endless fun.
Water's cold. Oh well.
Love,
Mommy
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18 January 2012
I write this from a toilet.
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