Pull the Cord

It's a dark day in the pens. Dark and stormy outside. Dark and gloomy inside. The pull cord to the lights that hang on the ceiling above the pens got stuck, and when I tried to pull harder, it broke. Then the remaining cord dangled into the pen, out of reach for me, but not out of reach for Bow.

"Bow, could you turn the light on for Mommy?" I asked.

He climbed up there, and he pulled once, pulled twice, pulled sideways, pulled forward, and broke the remaining bit, which stayed in his hands.

We're going to wait till Lawrence comes next week to fix it. Meanwhile we've been napping a lot. It's pleasant weather for a nap.