"When everybody dies in the world, will the days still exist?"
Points to ponder...
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Say What??
I ate lunch with Autumn at school today. During lunch, Autumn looked at me and said, "Beertits."
I asked her what that meant, but she said she didn't know. I don't really know, either.
Edited to add - after much questioning, we have determined that "beertits" is actually "deer ticks." I'm still not really sure why Autumn was talking about deer ticks, though.
I asked her what that meant, but she said she didn't know. I don't really know, either.
Edited to add - after much questioning, we have determined that "beertits" is actually "deer ticks." I'm still not really sure why Autumn was talking about deer ticks, though.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
The Fudgesicle Incident
*Who* has incidents with Fudgesicles? I'm not actually sure if the incident was more with me, or with Autumn.
On Monday, Autumn came home from school just absolutely beside herself because she got ice cream at lunch. She excitedly detailed her lunchtime for me, saying she had ice cream, it was chocolate, she didn't eat all of it, but she did eat part of her sandwich and her carrots. Wrote it off as a good lunch like any mom would, right? I was especially happy that she ate some of her normal lunch. Given her penchant for the jibber-jabbering and having leftovers at lunch because she's too busy running her mouth with her kindergarten friends, I was absolutely willing to take it!
Tuesday morning, as we're about to leave, I was packing her lunch in her backpack and found a leaking Ziploc bag full of brown liquidy nastiness.
Do you see where this is going?
It was the Fudgesicle. Remember - she didn't eat all of it? Yep, she saved it.
Let me repeat that for you - my child *saved* her *Fudgesicle* by putting it in her backpack.
It smelled rancid. Autumn learned an important lesson on Tuesday morning: we do not save ice cream, especially not in a Ziploc or backpack. Eat it, or toss the leftovers.
I'm still snickering about it. I mean, really - *who* does that?!
On Monday, Autumn came home from school just absolutely beside herself because she got ice cream at lunch. She excitedly detailed her lunchtime for me, saying she had ice cream, it was chocolate, she didn't eat all of it, but she did eat part of her sandwich and her carrots. Wrote it off as a good lunch like any mom would, right? I was especially happy that she ate some of her normal lunch. Given her penchant for the jibber-jabbering and having leftovers at lunch because she's too busy running her mouth with her kindergarten friends, I was absolutely willing to take it!
Tuesday morning, as we're about to leave, I was packing her lunch in her backpack and found a leaking Ziploc bag full of brown liquidy nastiness.
Do you see where this is going?
It was the Fudgesicle. Remember - she didn't eat all of it? Yep, she saved it.
Let me repeat that for you - my child *saved* her *Fudgesicle* by putting it in her backpack.
It smelled rancid. Autumn learned an important lesson on Tuesday morning: we do not save ice cream, especially not in a Ziploc or backpack. Eat it, or toss the leftovers.
I'm still snickering about it. I mean, really - *who* does that?!
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Thoughts on the Nativity Scene
Is it too early for our Christmas tree to be up???
That's too bad if it is - we already did it. We'll be out of town for all of Thanksgiving (normally when we would put our tree up), and we'll be out of town for the week of Christmas - I decided we might as well enjoy two months of the holiday season instead of three weeks.
Wal-Mart has all of its Christmas items out already, so I thought we'd be able to find ornament hangers there. (I didn't.) As we were walking through the Christmas section, Autumn happened upon a Nativity scene. She asked curiously, "What's that?"
I explained to her that it was called a Nativity Scene - she said it back to me, and I have to admit I was kind of glad she said it correctly. I grew up calling it an "activity scene." ... I digress.
Anyway, she wanted to know what it was. I told her that it was little statues showing Jesus' birth. I didn't get into details, just a simple explanation. I was sure it would elicit questions, but she only had one thing to say...
"He looks like a girl."
Well, then!
That's too bad if it is - we already did it. We'll be out of town for all of Thanksgiving (normally when we would put our tree up), and we'll be out of town for the week of Christmas - I decided we might as well enjoy two months of the holiday season instead of three weeks.
Wal-Mart has all of its Christmas items out already, so I thought we'd be able to find ornament hangers there. (I didn't.) As we were walking through the Christmas section, Autumn happened upon a Nativity scene. She asked curiously, "What's that?"
I explained to her that it was called a Nativity Scene - she said it back to me, and I have to admit I was kind of glad she said it correctly. I grew up calling it an "activity scene." ... I digress.
Anyway, she wanted to know what it was. I told her that it was little statues showing Jesus' birth. I didn't get into details, just a simple explanation. I was sure it would elicit questions, but she only had one thing to say...
"He looks like a girl."
Well, then!
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