My husband regularly said this line in an approximation of an America accent. According to him, it was said by a creepy toy bear a friend of his was sent by relatives in America one Christmas. It has become something we now say to eachother, silly accent and all.
One thing that makes me feel happy right now is letting go of my somewhat control freak tendencies as the kids get older and want more of a say over their personal spaces. They’re lucky enough to have a room each, with private spaces and doors that can be closed to fend off an invading sibling or two. Last week, I finally caved and let them paint on the walls we painted with a washable magnolia paint six years ago and have done little to ever since.
They did sketches at my request so it wouldn’t be a free for all (can’t let AAAAALLLLL control go) and one of the results of the painting is this cheerful looking guy. He makes me feel happy.
Orchids on my budget 