A couple of Christmases ago, I bought Fiona a tin whistle for her stocking. I just found it again stowed in the depths of our bathroom cabinet. We have this deep, enormous bathroom cabinet, and below that, ample drawer space. The cabinet is actually far bigger than we need and so stuff can just get lost in there. I'm pretty sure there is a door to another world in there, but best to leave it alone.
Anyway, I took out the tin whistle, because it has been in there a long time. So it has been very loud and shrill here today because Fiona loves a toy she hasn't seen in a while and Sophia loves it for what it is. It got ugly there for a while, when Fiona came home from school, but now they are sharing it. Actually, it seems to have been temporarily forgotten. I just realized I have been forming complete sentences without trying to ignore pain.
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I'll have you know I had the 4-piece percussion set in my little paws and I put it BACK on the shelf and kept driving on because I want you to love me still.
Triana is a good friend, unlike the kind who send noisy, electronic toys and such.
I do tend to stare longingly at the kids' musical aisle in the stores....
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