Entering through the laundry room after a long day at work, the door barely clicks behind me before I am overwhelmed by a wall of sound:
"Doddamma, Doddamma, Doddamma!"
How can a single almost-five year-old be responsible for so much noise?
In between the greetings, the removal of my ID badge, the kicking off of my shoes, the dumping of my bag and the handing over my lunch box to Nini, Angel Face for some reason decides to race to the landing on the stairs.
"And what have you been doing?" I ask her as a relative calm settles in.
I shake my head, trying to make sense of what she said, because it sounded like "We are watching April, May." I am sure it must be some audio glitch, where my ears did not quite catch what she said, and filled in the detail with like-sounding words.
But my repeat enquiry is met by the same response: "We are watching April, May."
Thoroughly mystified, I wander over to the family room, where the TV is blaring, and plastered with the face of ... Rachel Ray!
It turns out that it was not my brain that filled in the blanks left by ears, but hers.
