flirting with blogging... like my daughter, of nearly three, flirts with the ice cream vendor at the park, when she realises there is no money in daddy's pockets. she slowly approached him, as he sat on the park bench to rest. she sits on the opposite end of the bench and gives him a side glance, and they smile at one another... she then wiggles a little closer, smiles and wiggles some more, until she is eventually right next to him. why do these wonderful moments always happen when that nifty blackberry with camera and video function is charging on the kitchen counter!
