There are days. . .

Our morning hymn today was ‘Again We Keep This Solemn Fast.’ I asked Philip to notice who wrote it and when. “Gregory the Great! In the six hundreds?! Wow! That’s oooooold!” We all agreed. “Oooooh. . . So is that why it’s in black and white then?” Tess wondered.


“Philip! Come quick! Come look at the street cleaner machine! Fast!”
“Really? How do they make mops that big?”


“Gemma’s head I don’t like. It smells like Monday. What does my head smell like?” Ellie asked.
“Uh. . . Like chocolate,” I decided.
“And your head smells liiiiiiiike. . . ” SNIFF! “Dinner.”