2. While I'm on the subject of loud and annoying noises, early this morning, I was treated to some version of this exchange:
Ainsley, you wear underwear.
I don't wear underwear.
You do too wear underwear.
I don't wear UNDERWEAR!
Yes, you do!
No, I don't!
Don't, DON'T, DOOOOOOOOOOON'T!Good gravy. I repeated the exchange to Dave who said, "'Ainsley, you wear underwear.' Them's fightin' words!"
For the record, she's a girl, and girls wear panties and don't try to convince her otherwise.
3. So British archaeologists have found and identified the body of Richard III. Does this excite anyone but me? When I spent the summer touring France, I had a near religious experience at the tomb of William the Conqueror. As I listened to the NPR reports this afternoon, the hair on my arms stood up.
Does anyone remember that poor soul, Anna Anderson, who convinced many people she was Anastasia Romanov? There's something so irresistible about an escaped and unknown princess or a missing king. No matter the oppressive policies of the Romanovs, we all hoped Anastasia had made it out alive. Well, it was all either an elaborate hoax or the delusions of a disturbed old woman.
But Richard III was there under the car park, battle wounds and all. Cool.
4. Dave took John and Ainsley to our favorite store, Mister Harbor Freight, where, I swear, everything is free or only a dollar, and came back with two pinchys which are sure to last two maybe three days. John came into the study saying, "Hey! Ya want a pencil?"
6. The kindergarten is getting ready to celebrate One Hundred Day, so John and I collected one hundred pennies including this ancient one from 1964. I think my specs make him look mighty handsome.
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