If I was a reindeer, with bells hanging from my antlers, I believe I’d like to come in from the windy, blustery cold to sun myself in a warm foyer.

Yes, I believe I would.

I’m on the computer, surfing-blogging-returning-emails, with Livia playing behind me. I turn around to observe and this is what I hear:

Livia: No. No. Turn around. Work on ‘puter.

Me: You want me to not to watch you?

Livia: Yes.

Me: [blank stare]

Livia: Please? [signs please] Pul-eaze [more signing]? PUL-EAZE [desperate signing]

Me: [turns around, goes back to the www]

This is my kind of bagel!