I don’t know if you’ve gathered from the last few posts (and if you haven’t you either haven’t read them yet or are EXCEPTIONALLY DENSE), but Margaret’s fascination with holding Ellie has continued, which is very nice, because they are really very sweet together. And it is very cute and warms the cockles of my heart, whatever those are.*
In one of these sessions this morning, Margaret gave Ellie a Lego flower.
Which Ellie promptly put in her mouth (such is the way of Ellies the world over).
Margaret took it back, as is the way of Margarets.
And then she looked at me somewhat shamefacedly, because she knows that she’s not supposed to take things from Ellie, but as she said, “Legos not go in the mouth, Ellie.” This is a rule more honored in the breach than the observance,* but let us not quibble too much about that. At least she KNOWS she’s not supposed to put them in her mouth.
Anyway, Ellie doesn’t seem to mind.
*I know that that’s not really what it means in Hamlet, but it’s what it has come to mean. Someday I may also note that something begs the question when it just makes us ask the question. Why, you ask? Because I can. So put that in your pipe and smoke it.