Thursday, March 18, 2010

The joy of children

The eight-year-old’s first words to me today at about 7 a.m. when she woke up as I was raising the blinds in her bedroom:
Could you go away please? I want some time on my own.


Robert Smith (no, not that one)er one) said...

Your daughter's name wouldn't be Greta Garbo, by any chance?

Stephen Stratford said...

No, but there does seem to be a Swedish element there.

Which maybe explains why she loves Abba.