“Is a pigmy someone with a huge head?” my middle daughter inquired, “because her head is gigantic.”
“Her head isn’t big,” noted my eldest, “it’s just that her legs are short stubs which makes her head look enormous.”
What followed was an ugly exchange regarding pigmies, pulleys and privileged children, resulting in my girls opting not to further participate.
Alone one again, I got back to work.
Two hours later, a rather impressive pulley system had been built.
Right about that time, my dear husband reappeared – obviously no longer smarting from my super-glue induced tirade.
“You need to use that pulley to hoist up Pigmy Laura. That is, if you can get that rope over her massive head.”
As expected – – – what followed was an ugly exchange regarding pigmies, pulleys and my ever increasing need for professional treatment.