Friday 14 September 2007


Mom tried to take the kids over to the local park for a “Jazz Walk”, where various jazz muscians set up and play along the paths in the park. The kids were grumbly but accepting until about half way through. Mom then made the mistake of mentioning that if the kids hung on for a little longer, we’d get to the cookie stand and everyone could have cookies. That was the end of the jazz as far as the kids were concerned, cookie thoughts leaving no room for music appreciation.

Unfortunately, there was no cookie stand. Alice melted down and Charles fixated on “can we go home now?”. Mom did get to hear a bit of music between the shrieks and requests for homeward boundedness.

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