WHOA.
We have about six inches of snow this morning and it’s still snowing hard. (On a whim, my husband went out to look for the newspaper — it had actually come! Good thing he went out when he did, or we might not have found it until spring.) Cardinal McCarrick and Bishop Loverde have a joint reminder that Sunday Mass is not obligatory in cases of grave inconvenience.
The birthday party last night was a lot of fun. The hosts (the children of the birthday lady) had rented the parish school’s cafeteria for desserts and dancing. They were very pleased to see Hambet. The hosts had a clown there to help keep the children entertained. Hambet was very interested in her, and she was so good with him — she allowed Hambet to approach her instead of falling on him with a “WELL HELLO THERE LITTLE BOY!” or something like that.
Last night Hambet did something new and very interesting. He likes playing with the remote control — nothing new there, except that when he’s done playing with it he doesn’t always leave it in an obvious location. Last time he hid it, it was gone for four months.
So when we noticed the remote was missing again, we started looking in all the usual places — sofa cushions, under the chairs, under the TV stand. Hambet watched with interest as we asked him, “Where’s the clicker? Where did you put the clicker?”
Finally he announced, “Clicker” and pointed to the VCR. Posco reached inside the slot and sure enough, there it was. So should we be exasperated that Hambet fed the clicker to the VCR, or be relieved that he could finally remember where he put it and tell us about it?