Write about: target practice.
Went for a family snowshoe around the orchard this morning, with Miles on Kat's back. Max didn't last very long, but I'm hoping the more he does it the easier it gets for him.
Kat took this shot for me:
After lunch Max and I went into town to run a couple errands. Picked up a few small canvasses for him to paint, grabbed a cover for our new tablet (on sale, even), and got a deal on Christmas gift tags for next year (like 100 of them for fifty cents).
Tomorrow I'm planning on taking a solo trip to Oliver to spend a gift card I got for Christmas at Mark's. Not sure what I'll end up getting, but I hope to have fun figuring it out.
Mine:
"You rang, Sire?"
"Indeed I did. And I thank you for coming with such haste."
"What do you wish of me, Sire?"
"I have important matters to discuss with you... but first I would like you to take a step to your right."
"Like this, Sire?"
"Perfect, perfect."
"... Sire?"
"Right, right. There is an artist due to arrive at court this evening. He is to paint my royal portrait and... could you take two paces forward? Thank you."
"Of course, Sire."
"I have been unable to decide in which light I would like my image to be captured. One half-step to your left, if you'd be so good. There you go. Just right, just right..."
"... Sire?"
"Ah, please excuse my absent-mindedness. So very many thoughts competing for my attention these days."
"Of course, Sire."
"Continuing my previous thought, I have been equally unable to choose which room I would like the artist to... three steps back now. That's a good lad."
"Sire.. am I being used for target practice for your son again?"
"Indeed you are! But don't worry, I checked myself to make sure that the darts are not poisonous this time."
