Ana is learning manners

The other day, when she met my uncle's girlfriend, she asked me a highly embarrassing question - "Why is her tummy so big?" and I tried to hush her up (while not simultaneously saying it's wrong to be fat, etc. etc. etc.)

Bit silly, the woman works with small children and anyway, I'm sure knows she's not overly skinny, but still, it was the only polite response I have for that sort of situation. (And advice is appreciated.)

At the time, I was thinking "Thank goodness she whispered", but now I wonder if she whispered on purpose (which still wasn't totally polite, since the woman was in the room with us, but at least it's an effort, right?)

Later that week, she asked me why the water here tastes "different". And I said that our water in NYC is some of the best in the world, and Bonne-maman isn't that lucky.

"Connie! That's not a polite way to say that, because you could hurt Bonne-maman's feelings! You should say "Sometimes things are different, and that's okay", because that's nice!"

Well. What do I say to that? (I said sorry, if you're curious.)

Evangeline wet the bed this morning

It was my fault, I should've woken her mid night to pee.

I had to wash clothes anyway, so that's all right. There are four things of bleach in the garage. They go nicely with the four jugs of laundry soap.

I'm counting vinegars and oils tonight.

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