As soon as we got home, we googled and out came the 1st meaning for shrew. The ONE we all know...a fiery, illl tempered woman. Lauren asked what fiery was and I explained that meant a very, very fierce lady. She looked up at me, touched my hand and said innocently..."Mummy...you're a shrew..." If only a camera could capture the horror on my face!.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I'm a shrew????
A week ago, Lauren was riding home with me in the car. She was reading her new book, called The Unwilling With Sleeps Over. She came to a page and asked me, "Mummy, what's a terrified shrew?" I only knew The Taming of the Shrew, so I was not sure exactly what that meant. "Let's google and find out", I told her.
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