Anna is seriously addicted to sparkly barrettes. We were told they are called 'hair grips' here. Apparently we misheard and they are actually 'hair clips.' So, as a family, we've got it wrong. Quality foreigners.
And, of course, no ordinary, flowered hair clip will do. Only the sparkly ones. But they're called, "barky hair grips." Tonight, at bed time, the only thing that would settle for sleep was "barky hair grips... BARKY hair grips... BARKY HAIR GRIPS, PLEASE!"
"Okay, Okay!" I thought. "I'll get your barky hair grips, and then we'll sing songs and go to sleep." I repeated back to her. It's slow learning for both of us.
Anna and Gran pick apples near Toronto:
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