I live in fear.
Why, you ask?
Because my house is a
cluttered mess danger zone, a battle field and an obstacle course.
To get from one room to the next, I have perfected my belly crawing skills
so the natives won't notice me.
I can become one-with-the-wall to edge around a room.
I can dodge, duck and dive into a forward roll.
Annie has also perfected these skills.
(Ok, that's not really Annie, but you get the idea)
Together we attempt to avoid an attack from the natives...
They even have special weapons which are banned in
our house this land.
Then, today, they attempted a more direct approach:
"Mama, come in here, we want to show you something."
I hear giggles.
Oh, no, I won't fall for that. The oldest trick in the book.
I'm running the opposite direction!
I need some defensive plans of my own, a counter-attack, a secret weapon...
Wait. I've got it.
"If I get hit with ONE more thing, I'm taking away your computer and TV privileges!"
And, I duck as the barrage of paper airlines and balls come flying my way.