Visiting sheep and then reading about them (Anna)

Back from a wonderful week on Salt Spring Island. We hiked, played on the beach, looked for crabs, visited the markets, spent lots of time on the playground overlooking the harbour, watched the boats go by, admired artisans' work, discovered the local second-hand bookshop, watched the deer, played with the caterpillars, hung out with special people, ate good food, read lots and enjoyed local gelati, organic produce and homemade bread and biscuits.

It was a lovely week and we actually took a few photos. Of course, let's be realistic, the chances of us actually posting them here are pretty slim, but at some point in the far distant future we will correlate this blog with our photo albums so that at least Emma can see how they go together. But that, dear reader, is a project for another day.

In other news, tonight when Emma was going to bed, she asked for "Where is the green sheep?" - a kids book that goes through a great diversity of sheep to find the elusive green one. "Here is the thin sheep, here is the wide sheep, here is the band sheep, here is the clown sheep, but where is the green sheep" etc etc.

A while later when she was tucked in, she suddenly hit me. I stopped her and then asked, "Are you angry, Emma?" "Yes," she said. "Why are you angry," I asked. She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I don't know. Maybe I am an up sheep. Maybe I am a down sheep. Maybe I am a blue sheep. Maybe I am a red sheep." Apparently, our daughter is angry because she is beginning the long and treacherous existential journey towards self-knowledge and the self-doubt and questioning that goes along with it...