Living with a toddler is like living with a tape recorder, one that plays back at the least expected times.
At the onset of the earthquake the other day, Ariana's nanny (she's from California!) grabbed her and they went under a rather sturdy dining room table. As they lay on the floor, the house shaking around them, our cherub looked up at her and said, "So where's the giant?"
Well we're buffing up the ark and preparing for the Great Winds of 2011 and a visit from Irene. My goodness, it's been an interesting summer.