The Kidling asked me to help her with something this morning while I was making my coffee. I reminded her, as parents are wont to do, that I have only two hands (and no, I wasn’t going to stop making coffee to help out. Don’t judge. I dare you to try to parent The Kidling before your first cup of coffee). Alice, not at all upset by my choice of caffeine over help-rendering, had a brilliant idea to 1) remedy the situation and 2) lead a more productive life after said remedy was executed…
I wish you had 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 hands!
Thirty-one is to pet Margot!
And 13 is to hang a wreath!
And make oatmeal!
And to make coffee!
And to pour the coffee!
And the doors!
… at which point I exited the room to retrieve a pen and my trusty notebook.