Stab Them

 I'm still desperately playing catch up. The blogging empire once more hangs by a thread but once more it's pulled out of the fire. Just.

While September is a blur - there were a few choice insights into her cut-throat world view. On telling her a story, designed to send her to sleep, about gorilla's guarding a castle made of cake (a potential Booker Prize winning scenario) I asked Tove how we could get to the castle without attracting the attention of the gorilla defenders. I suggested we could distract them with some old fashion horse play or enchant them maybe with a magic spell, in an attempt to maintain consistency with the fantasy genre of the story. Alas, Tove suggested a more radical, brutal approach to solving the problem. "We could stab them?" 

If she ends up taking over the world, or its charred remains, in the future this story will become a generational myth. 

Beyond her blood thirsty anti gorilla-ism, she remains in fine fettle albeit with a slightly lower threshold for jihad which has proved to be a delight. But she is slowly making new friends and has settled into her nursery which will hopefully raise the jihad bar a little as life country takes hold.