Saw my niece today
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xiphiasSo, Winter Rose, my niece, will be going to a one-week day camp at Drumlin Farm, which is two and a third miles from my parents' house. So she will be staying with my folks for the next week while she goes to camp. She came into town today, and wanted to see her aunt and uncle.
We decided not to drive up to Manchester, NH, where the kid swap was going to take place, but, instead, when they came back, they came by our house. We looked around the first floor, and decided that there was nothing so inherently dangerous lying around that we couldn't have a reasonably careful six-year-old over, as long as we kept an eye on her.
Winter really likes Persephone, the Weirdling Cat. And Persephone seems to tolerate Winter all right, too.
As we are geeks, we had plenty of toys for a six-year-old. Slinkies, Rubik's Snakes, stuff like that. We also have a couple brainteaster type puzzles. There's this one called Rush Hour that she did very well with. She also played with our eight-inch-across bouncy d6s -- she'd roll all four of them, then add them up. I tried to teach her a little probability theory, because it's important to start young if you want them to be good gamblers, but she got bored pretty soon. "How many different ways are there to roll 2 on two dice, Winter?" "Um. . .only one. One and one." Ow about rolling 3?" "One and two, and two and one. Two ways." "So which are you more likely to get if you roll?" "I'm bored, let's do something else."
She had a good time, and then we went out to the mall to get clothes for her. Leila has a 30% employee discount at a kids' clothing store of which a branch is in the Burlington mall.
Malls, by the way, suck for me. I get horribly weak in them, and fall over a lot. I just can't deal with them, and avoid them whenever possible. But I dealt with it by finding places to sit down frequently, and I was more or less okay.
After we finally finished clothes shopping -- and Winter is a clothes horse -- we went to the Lego store -- there's a Lego store in the Burlington Mall!! -- and then went to Johnny Rockets for burgers for dinner.
We decided not to drive up to Manchester, NH, where the kid swap was going to take place, but, instead, when they came back, they came by our house. We looked around the first floor, and decided that there was nothing so inherently dangerous lying around that we couldn't have a reasonably careful six-year-old over, as long as we kept an eye on her.
Winter really likes Persephone, the Weirdling Cat. And Persephone seems to tolerate Winter all right, too.
As we are geeks, we had plenty of toys for a six-year-old. Slinkies, Rubik's Snakes, stuff like that. We also have a couple brainteaster type puzzles. There's this one called Rush Hour that she did very well with. She also played with our eight-inch-across bouncy d6s -- she'd roll all four of them, then add them up. I tried to teach her a little probability theory, because it's important to start young if you want them to be good gamblers, but she got bored pretty soon. "How many different ways are there to roll 2 on two dice, Winter?" "Um. . .only one. One and one." Ow about rolling 3?" "One and two, and two and one. Two ways." "So which are you more likely to get if you roll?" "I'm bored, let's do something else."
She had a good time, and then we went out to the mall to get clothes for her. Leila has a 30% employee discount at a kids' clothing store of which a branch is in the Burlington mall.
Malls, by the way, suck for me. I get horribly weak in them, and fall over a lot. I just can't deal with them, and avoid them whenever possible. But I dealt with it by finding places to sit down frequently, and I was more or less okay.
After we finally finished clothes shopping -- and Winter is a clothes horse -- we went to the Lego store -- there's a Lego store in the Burlington Mall!! -- and then went to Johnny Rockets for burgers for dinner.
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Date: 2004-08-16 06:37 am (UTC)My husband has the same problem. I've concluded that it's a guy thing. Or maybe a not-metrosexual-guy thing, as proved by a mall-shopping contest I had with a friend of mine ...