Mr.J borrowed a radio-control helicopter toy from our boss, and the girls don't know what to make of it. Willow thinks it is annoying, until it comes near to her, then it is going to eat her. Sally thinks it is interesting, and keeps pulling it down out of the air when it flies too low. Then - when it 'attacks' her, she attacks back. I'm worried it will buzz them badly, but so far it's been the other way around. Mr.J had to replace the rings after Sally batted it too hard and sent it crashing into the ground.
Sally: I hear something overhead!
Crash-land on a candle left over from the last blackout. Little claws have been murder on my grandfather's secretary-desk lately.. :(
Hey Mom, it's dead now, right?
Bonus: That's a pair of white WoolEase socks I'm finishing up knitting from a while back.