My Hopes...Crushed...

As we were walking through the produce section at the grocery store, Autumn informed me that she knew "this Germany guy." Curious, I questioned her, and she further informed me that "this Germany guy" was Sebastian Bach.

Now, I don't know what it says about me, but my mind went *immediately* toward Sebastian Bach, Skidrow lead singer. You know, the guy with the awesomely long blond hair, tight pants...crooning "18 & Life." I was beside myself - my daughter knows GOOD music! I already knew she liked Bon Jovi, and she sings Counting Crows... I knew it, she has fabulous taste in music!

I started talking to her a little about Skidrow, and almost broke into the chorus of "18 & Life" before she crushed my hopes.

"NOT that guy, Mommy. Sebastian Bach, the composer, from Germany."

My heart sank.

Dejectedly, I said... "Oh, Johann Sebastian Bach. Right." You know, the amazing genius composer guy? Yeah, that one.

I suppose I should be happy that she's learning this stuff in school... But I really was excited that [I thought] she knew Skidrow.

She's On a Roll!

It's a two-fer!

This morning, Autumn thought she saw Adele in the Kroger parking lot. I laughed.

And then, she found the Angry Birds display at Wal-Mart - and promptly threw a pig on the floor, grabbed a bird, and ca-cawwww!ed as she threw the bird at the pig.

I love this kid.

Tell Me What You Really Think...

At pre-k today, when I asked why she wasn't playing - "Musical chairs are LAME."

Her First F-Bomb

Of all of the funny things this girl has said, my absolute favorite is probably the absolute worst thing for her to say - my kid dropped an F-bomb!

We were sitting at the dinner table, and Autumn dropped her carrot on the floor. When it hit the ground, she looked at me and said, "Fuckin' fail!"

I was so stunned that I made her repeat herself - each time she did, my eyes got bigger. Not only had she said it, but she used it properly...and humorously!

Autumn Threatens

From my child: "If you don't give me a piece of candy, I'm going to crap my pants."

After I stopped laughing, I followed up with my own threat: If you crap your pants, YOU are cleaning it up.

A Conversation About Presents

Me: What do you want to get Daddy for his birthday?

Autumn: I don't know, maybe something dangerous that only grown-ups play with that I can't play with...

Me: Like what?

Autumn: Oh, I don't know. Maybe swords! I can't play with swords!"

An Embarrassing Outburst

We had a real estate agent visit the house to talk about the possibility of selling or renting our home. Autumn, usually friendly around new people, took her friendliness to a new level by yelling, "PRIVATES!!! PRIVATES!!!" throughout the house.

Wow. Just WOW.