"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Sunday, March 13, 2011

The other day while I was cooking dinner, Charlotte found a low cupboard filled with packages of ramen noodles. She got them all out and lined them up in a row across the kitchen floor. Seth came home and laughed. "Look," he said, "she's playing Raminoes. You know, Ramen Dominoes." I love it!

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