Happy Independence Day to my American friends!
Happy Sunday to everyone else! Unless it’s Monday. Or Saturday.
I made a Fourth of July vlog with E. Inadvertently proving that when Late Enough and Captain Attention made little people, we made little Not Enough Attentions.
PS. Afterwards E kept asking to watch the video again to say HI to the other E. The more famous E, I guess. And no, I didn’t count the five times we watched it towards our television challenge. Even if I DID, I’d still have twenty-five more minutes this week.
I’m saving up my tv minutes. Like I did with money as a child. In fact, I distinctly remember the smell of the crisp American bills as I removed them one-by-one from my piggy bank. Which actually looked like a mini bank vault. Complete with a dial to spin. And you had better believe that NO ONE knew the code except ME. I was totally Scrooge McDuck swimming in the vault.
So picture me smelling the television remote, maybe taking it on walks. Sometimes I pat the television and say: I miss you, too. And the vlog captures E’s attempt to slam himself into my computer screen. Just to get A LITTLE CLOSER.
HOWEVER, the most important part of this very important post script is HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY. And if you get a chance to listen to the NPR reading of the Declaration of Independence, bring your tissues. I cry. every. single. year.