My chip!

So Elizabeth makes her way upstairs a few minutes behind me. This was her choice, btw, and I let her make it because she was colouring nicely at the table. She comes into the bedroom and waves a green tube at me. "Chip, Mommy! My chip!"

I was in the middle of stuff, and didn't really feel like playing the bad guy, so I made noncommittal noises until she wandered away, this time in the direction of the office where Daddy was fiddling on the computer. "My chip, daddy! My chip!"

Daddy gave her one, single Pringle, then put the tube up on the desk. I inveigled my toddler into her room to get dressed. I was picking up her room when she wandered back in, tube in hand. "My chip? Open?" says Elizabeth.

"Non. Plus de chips," said I, which translates, "No more chips." I put the tube up much higher, where she wouldn't be able to reach it.

We were treated to a tantrum the likes of which we rarely see from her. It didn't last long, because we totally ignore her while she's throwing her hissy fit. Within a few minutes, she's trying to climb on my lap with the clear intention of reaching for the tube of chips, which are in front of me and above me, apparently without my realizing she's acquired them.

Gotta give her points for persistence, anyway.

Non, Elizabeth. Plus de chips.

Annoyance is . . .

Server errors during one of the few times today I'll be able to check my gmail.

Attempted shopping

This is not the first time I have forgotten one very important fact in an attempt to shop for fabric.

The reason parking is free on Ottawa Street on a Sunday is that none of the stores are open - not even the big chains.

So I guess I'll have to shop next week or the week after for my materials for that wedding present, and possibly for the skirt I want to make.