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My Carson just completed first grade. She and her classmates compiled memory books of their year. The last page was about their futures. See what she wants to be when she grows up…
Yup. A ROCK STAR! Check out her purple guitar.
Hey, guys! I am not on another lengthy blogbatical; Campbell’s birthday and party was last week and I have two SHE articles due super soon, so I’ve just been busy (YES, there is still a mountain of laundry in my “laundry” room š I do have some things brewing in the noodle for you soon though.
Thought I’d leave you with this funny…
The girls and I were driving down the road the other day, blaring Kidz Bop 752. “Girls Just Wanna Fun” was cranked, and Campbell was singing from the far back of the truck…
I come home in the morning light
My mother says when you gonna live your LITE BRITE
[chuckle, chuckle]
She had just gotten one for her birthday š
As we were driving home from school today, I was explaining that we were all going to go to our individual places for some down time when we arrived home. Campbell hadn’t had a nap and Carson was biting her sister’s head off as soon as she climbed in the car. And I could feel myself starting to break into a momma-may-lose-it-soon sweat.
I proceeded to lay out the parameters for down time – stay in your room and play quietly. If you come out of your room, you must go to bed and nap. Then, of course, they wanted to dissect every possible scenario where it would be acceptable to leave their rooms. In an attempt to squash any ambiguity in the guidelines, I casually commented, “You may only leave your room if you are seriously injured – and there should be blood to show for it.”
Carson retorts dryly, in perfect form, “Perhaps [she really did use perhaps] if we catch on fire we can come out of our rooms.” No smile. Not a hint of laughter – just pensive exhaustion.
I played along, “Yes, after you stop, drop, and roll, you may inform me of your combustion.”
“What are we suppose to do if our head catches on fire? Stop, drop, and roll won’t really work then.” I suggested a headstand and then thought better of it. A flip. A flip would still involve a roll. And so it was settled…
The other day Campbell and I saw a tractor driving on the road. She was fascinated by that and wanted to know where it was going and what it was going to do when it arrived. I explained that it was probably going to a field to get the ground ready to grow some crops. “Crops?” she asked.
“Yes, crops are foods grown on a farm like corn and beans.”
“Crops?” she asked again.
“Yes, farmers grow crops.”
“Like for your feet?”
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And then it occured to me that she was saying Crocs. No wonder she kept asking…
