Snow day.

Working from home is a fabulous option with a newborn, or a sick child, or any other person in your care you can count on to spend at least 75% of the day sleeping or quietly watching TV. Working from home becomes "working from home" when it's snowing outside and you are home with a robustly healthy 4 year old and 18 mth old. Here are some of the distractions thrown my way as I attempted to meet a 1:00 deadline yesterday:
If dog houses and people houses have roofs, why don't fox houses?
If you could choose, would you rather have a tringle or a bingle?
Why don't we have guns in school?
Why are brown people called black?
Are black people from Africa?
If you're from Africa, you don't wear shirts.
Mental note to self while designing HomeGoods clearance ad, get out of the suburbs.
All of this was accompanied by the vocal stylings of Miss Annika, who has picked up on Jayas "dynonichus roar", and apparently thinks this is an acceptable substitute for "I want" and "get out of my space". Thankfully, Agusti got home by noon, and I just made it. Here's to one more day of just pulling it off by the skin of my teeth.