We’re going to outer space. My five-year-old daughter has figured out how. The family has to gather upstairs, all of us. The big dog and the pesky cat, too. And the baby. Here’s what we have to do. We have to stand together and tilt our heads back – all of us – and start blowing, very hard and again and again and again. Up into the rafters. Then the house will rise off the ground and soar into outer space.
“What are we going to do when we get there?” I ask.
“Fly around, silly,” she says. “And then we’ll go to America and visit your mummy.”
Chloe me hace reír!!
Y en cuanto al post “Tuned in”, creo que este blog está necesitando de v-i-d-e-o-s para ser más ilustrativo…