Overheard in my living room last week:
Dominique (to Axa): You’re the women who did not kill her baby.
Axa: Yes, I’m not the harlot.
Before I am accused of a shocking parenting lapse, I would like to point out that this is a Biblical allusion. Bonus points to you if you can guess the story.
Dominique also has his own way of coping with the winter weather. He announced a few days ago that from now on, we will read the same story at nap time every day. His chosen story is called The Sun Egg. It is a Swedish fairy tale about a forest elf who discovers a beautiful brightly-colored sphere in the forest. All the forest creatures have different theories about the strange object’s origin. They finally decide that it is a sun egg, and hope that their very own sun will hatch out, so they can have a sun to shine on them all the time. Finally, a migrating thrush appears, who recognizes the sun egg as an orange. The next winter when he flies south he takes the elf with him, and she enjoys a lovely vacation in a warm, sunny locale with as many oranges as she likes.