All afternoons in the heart of the family are not perfect. This is normal. And all afternoons in the heart of the family, I am not perfect. This is also normal. So what to do when all hell breaks loose an hour before dinner (B trying to peel potatoes, W trying to peel her)?
I turn to Spotify.
And W and I take turns, choosing songs. His first choice, always, Johnossi's Party with my pain. His second, Jingle Bells. And B stops playing hatchet and starts to dance. And I stop frowning and start to peel the potatoes (being over 21 months old, I'm doing a better and less dangerous job than my predecessor). And all is well in the world again.
Leo would have done exactly the same.
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You are positively buxom!
Kind regards,
Brit. Ambassador Lord John Marbury
Spotify - that is so much cooler than "smurfhits". Unfortunatly the later is on high rotation almost every afternoon in casa M-L.
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