Life: Idiotropic

Last night, just moments after arriving home from school, Elise came into the house holding a tupperware with a wry smile on her dimpled face.

     "Elise?  What is in that tupperware???"
     "A baby snail.  I saved it from the rain."  She gallops off as I ask her to please keep him outside and out of my tupperware. 

For the next hour I see her sitting and dancing outside the living room window.  She brings out a towel.  She sings.  It's beginning to rain a bit more yet she's happy conversing with her snail.

Elise comes in saying something about her snail.  I'd been talking to Tiara and didn't catch the entire thing.

     ".... Saliva..."
     "Elise, what did you say?  What about 'saliva?'"
     "That's her name.  I named my baby snail 'Saliva.'"

Appropriate name for a snail, I suppose.  Blech.

So I'm putting her to bed and want to sit down in the rocking chair and read to the girls.  It's no where to be found.

     "Where's the rocking chair?"
     "Oops."  Wry smile.  "I'll go get it.  I was sitting in it while I was watching Saliva."