Thumpety thump thump, Thumpety thump thump, Pippa's on her way. Between our 18th century, Haussmanian parquet floors, and Pippa's natural, shall we say, exuberance, we are woken up nearly every morning by her stampeding down the hallway like an elephant. During the day, every available floor space is used -- and used frequently -- for gymnastics practice, dance parties, rock-concert-decibel-level singing, and any other manner of activity best not conducted inside an apartment.
Given the unfathomable tragedy in Connecticut this week, I am not at all bothered by our precious seven-year old's constant thumping. But our neighbors downstairs might be. If it makes our downstairs neighbor feel any better, our upstairs neighbor occasionally likes to vacuum at 2am.
Given the unfathomable tragedy in Connecticut this week, I am not at all bothered by our precious seven-year old's constant thumping. But our neighbors downstairs might be. If it makes our downstairs neighbor feel any better, our upstairs neighbor occasionally likes to vacuum at 2am.
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