WHEN EVERY LUSTY HEART BEGINNETH TO BLOSSOM
This actually happened a couple of weeks ago, but I keep forgetting to write about it. One weeknight at dinner, after work/school/daycare, when Anders and Martin and I were a bit flat from a busy day, Karin was completely full of beans. The jumping kind. She bounced around in her chair, interrupted repeatedly, broke into song, made wild grimaces and generally behaved as if she had ants in her pants. I kept threatening to throw her outside to burn off some energy. Finally, after a particularly prolonged oingy-boingy-fit, I pointed at the door and said in no uncertain terms, “OUT!...