We've got a birthday coming up tomorrow and when Madge is impatient about something, she goes into a hedgehog-like hibernation, rolled up in a ball with the prickles pointing outward.
In other words, it's near impossible to get out of the house and other than watching TV, there don't seem to many activities we can do that don't involve snipping.
But tomorrow it'll be good, I think.
We've been able to keep the blabbermouth five-year-old out of the loop sufficiently that she can't pry him to divulge secrets. And we're trying to get him to tell her that we got her boxes of crackers. Too bad he won't.