Sifting flour is the world's biggest pain in my mind.

I totally agree. I try to have a large amount done at a time, so that I always have sifted flour ready-to-use when I need it, and I put both my hands and the sifter inside a plastic baggie (again, see: vocabulary, lack of) so that it'll cause as little mess as possible, and it's still one of the most annoying things to do. I have friends who avoid using flour unless somebody else (the husband, mostly) volunteers to do the sifting, they hate doing it so much. But doing it every break period is especially cruel.

instead of moving the bowl around to look at it from all sides, they'd hold it in the air and twist their necks around to try to look at it. So cute.

So cute. It's like, often when kids who sit near a table get the wrong thing (a kid gets something that was meant to go to another kid), they get up and change their places instead of just trade. Moving themselves is the first option, or something like that.

Yeah. Of course, we got into some problems when kids would ask why eggs would have spots. There were kids from lots of different backgrounds, and they were just five years old, and I could never come up with a good answer to that question. I think the answer we finally decided on was "Only some eggs can become chickens, and we're only allowed to use the ones that can't. If it has a spot, that means it could become a chicken." Which would then lead to, "Well, why can only some eggs become chickens?" If these were my (hypothetical) kids, I'd have no problem answering those kinds of things, but I was never too sure how to answer other people's kids.

If these were my (hypothetical) kids, I'd have no problem answering those kinds of things, but I was never too sure how to answer other people's kids.

You're me in that regard. Because parents may have so many different reactions, every answer may upset some - I don't think there is a right one answer to give.

Because parents may have so many different reactions, every answer may upset some - I don't think there is a right one answer to give.

There was one counselor who'd answer that sort of stuff, when the questions just wouldn't end, with, "Because that's the way HaShem made it." But her group was religious kids. Some of the bunks had non-Jewish kids, so that answer wouldn't go over too well with them.

There was one counselor who'd answer that sort of stuff with, "Because that's the way HaShem made it." But her group was religious kids.

I have a big problem with that sort of answer-that-doesn't-answer-anything.

I have a big problem with that sort of answer-that-doesn't-answer-anything.

Yeah. That one was usually reserved for when the kid had been asking questions in response to every answer for ten minutes on end.

There was a commercial here several months ago that had a kid asking 'why?' over and over again all throughout it - as realistic as it is, I don't think the commercial actually intended to make people as annoyed as it turned out to.

[Edit: each time I have to write something in English for work (an abstract to a conference poster, this time) I lose every aspect of English I have for anything else. I have no idea if the sentence above is clear or not. Maybe I lose my judgement, then. Or both.]

Your English is fine Nilly, I don't know why you're so paranoid about it -- you lose track of the odd verb or noun, but everyone here understands you, I'm sure.

Thanks for your good wishes too. Pictures soon.

Thanks, John. Whenever I lose my confidence in it, it means I have to write something in English for work and I have to construct the sentences so carefully, and they're being corrected and re-corrected so many dozens of times, that I have no sentences-construction or words-understanding abilities left.

The funny thing is, everybody here comes to me for proofreading whatever they have to write in English.

you lose track of the odd verb or noun

Now I'm imagining myself running around in the streets, chasing a bad-behaving word, demanding it returned to its proper place in the sentence, and the word, with little feet and arms and head, flees from me and doesn't want to look back. I think it wins, too, because I'm terribly out of shape.

Pictures! Yay!

I <heart> Nilly. That is all.