Yesterday we gave away all of our area rugs. We moved all the furniture and boxes that were on top, we rolled them up, and carried them outside so they can be picked up and moved to their next home.
Phoebe had been playing in the basement while we worked with Rachel and Miriam to do this task.
She came upstairs, walked into the music room, and said, "Huh. This room looks different for some reason. It looks bigger..."
"Yeah," Andrew said. "What happened to it?"
"Uhhhh..." Phoebe said. "You...rotated it?"
"Wait a minute," Phoebe said. "The carpet is gone!"
"Bingo!" Andrew said.
The kids have been enjoying running and sliding across the room with their socks on. It's wildly unsafe. Last night Phoebe kept running about while we were trying to get through "family business" and "calendar" during family night.
"Phoebe—stop," Andrew said firmly, which incidentally happened to coordinate with the end of her momentum and (the deservingly natural consequence of) a hard plonk on her backside.
"Yeah, okay, okay..." she whimpered as she climbed onto my lap to sit still for a minute.
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It's a good reminder of why we got the carpets in the first place...
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