Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Answer Is Blowing In The Wind

Blanka brought a red balloon on a string to daycare. "Meet my dog", she said, "his name is Lasse." And she trailed him after herself, getting him caught under the bike and in the lilacs. I hope he makes it through the day. And if not, will we have to bury him under the apple trees?


Anonymous said...

That is v. cute!
So, as of today, we have an equal number of posts for each kid: 30 for B., 30 for W.
Gender parity is such a Swedish thing, way ahead of the pack!

See how - for your followers - there's nothing lost to read and/or interpretate?

Küss / Tschüss

Anna Ander said...

Yay! I didn't know that! Feel very good about myself now, am excellent nonpartial parent. Feel also very good about my excellent readers with an eye for detail. Kyss!

Denise | Chez Danisse said...

Sweet. A good imagination is a gift.

RW said...

this makes me smile.

Anna Ander said...

There was no end to the imagination when he died either... I think she might be a tad too young for pets.

Denise | Chez Danisse said...

Uh oh...maybe a pet rock, for now.