Oh. It’s just you. You startled me . . . AHHH! Sorry. You are still startling me. Who are you again? Have we met? And why are you sitting at my kitchen table smiling calmly up at me? I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be rude. It’s just . . . you’re a paper . . . boy . . . and suddenly here you are . . . and it’s all a bit unnerving.
Turns out paper boy is actually a “robot” creation of Goldie’s. Where do these cool ideas come from?
Also, today as I did Daisy’s hair for school, she was looking through some little round thing and saying something about “seeing the future.” She said she couldn’t see very far . . . only until she was 11. As she is currently nine, I laughed that that wasn’t much as far as fortune telling goes. “I’ve just been practicing.” She explained, “I used to only be able to see a month ahead.” Funny clever little girl.