Monday, December 28, 2009
Miss Manners (x 2)
Margot: "Mom, this soup smells really good. I think it is going to be delicious."
Me: "'Margot, thanks - that's very nice of you to say."
Margot: "I know. I'm keeping all of the rude comments inside my head."
Claire (not to be outdone): "Mom? I wanted to tell you that the biscuits are my favorite part of this dinner."
Me: "Thanks, Claire. I"m glad you like them."
Claire: "Well, actually they're the only thing that I do like. Everything else is pretty bad."
Thursday, December 3, 2009
The Meaning of Christmas, Part II
Claire was recently reviewing one of her favorite publications, the Drs. Foster & Smith catalog, searching for Christmas gifts for Ollie and Hugo. She shouted out the options ("Oh, look! A turkey leg rawhide bone! They would love that.") until she found the perfect choice.
Claire: "Hey, Margot. If we put our allowance together, we can get Ollie and Hugo a giant hickory smoked bone for Christmas!!
Margot: "What? I don't want to use my allowance for that!"
Claire: "Why not? They would love it."
Margot: "Because. I want to use it to buy things for myself."
Claire: "Well, Margot, then I guess you will never really know the meaning of Christmas."
Friday, November 27, 2009
I Knew That
Sunday, November 22, 2009
The Power of the President
Jane: "Mama? I think I'm going to ask someone to turn me into a baby wolf.
Me: "Hmmm."
Jane: "And, I'm going to ask him to turn you into a mama wolf."
Me: "Really? Who are you going to ask to do this?"
Jane: "Barack Obama."
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The Meaning of Christmas
This, of course, simply confirms her previously-expressed view of Santa as a deity.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Talk Talk Talking . . .
Margot: “Lindsay, I can’t play by myself.”
Lindsay: “Why not?”
Margot: “It’s just to much work making different voices and pretending to be different people. I can only be, like, four people at once – but after a few minutes I'm tired of playing those people. And . . .I can only make about two voices, so even if I pretend to be a ton of people, I know that I’m not, because I hear my voice every time. Ugh. It’s sooooo boring!”
[pause]
Margot (turning away): “Okay, I’m going back to my room.”
Polly Pocket doll: “Me, too!”
Margot: “See?? Same voice as mine. So frustrating.”
Monday, November 16, 2009
Violent Tendencies, Part III
Ay yi yi.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Lupine Adventures in Etymology
On the off chance that you're not totally up to speed on your Roman mythology, that would be the Remus and Romulus who were twin sons of the god Mars. You'll no doubt recall that a servant was instructed to murder them but was unable to do so, and instead sent them floating down the River Tiber in a basket. They were eventually found, and nursed, by a wolf.
For what it's worth, there is, apparently, a theory that the wolf was either a fox-goddess or a courtesan (both words apparently deriving from the Latin Lupa), and not actually a wolf at all. . . but I'm pretty sure Claire doesn't know about that debate. Probably because she hasn't discovered Wikipedia yet.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Motherly Love
Yesterday Jane told me that she wished she were the mommy, and I were a "kid Jane." When I asked her why, she said, "Because I love you so much, I wish I was your mommy."
Which makes me feel like maybe I am actually doing something right with this motherhood gig.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Quote of the Day
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
These Boots . . .
I have had a number of request to post a picture of Margot's infamous pink boots. Here they are, in all of their patent leather glory (or, more accurately, here is ONE of them). Does this boot not simply ooze fashion?
Saturday, October 31, 2009
In Case of Emergency
Friday, October 30, 2009
In Which I Display My Ignorance (Yet Again)
After resolving the cup-holder-for-books issue, I promptly had the following exchange with Claire:
Claire: "Mom, how much is the United States Mint worth?"
Me: "I don't know."
Claire: "Well, you should."
Me: "What?"
Claire: "You should know that. All grown-ups do."
Me: (silent)
I found this conversation eerily similar to the one we had about Bikini Atoll in January. I'm a bit concerned that she's onto my lack of qualifications for the job of "grown up."
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Pink: The New Fall Color
"So, as you may or may not know we are all supposed to wear our "fall colors" on Friday. This morning we were talking about what some appropriate fall colors would be, and some of the students were sharing their ideas. They came up with the usual orange, brown, red, etc. and then I call on Margot, who had her hand up. She hesitated when I first called on her, as she was staring intently at her new (fabulous) boots, and I could pretty much hear the wheels turning in her head trying to figure out a way to make pink a 'fall color.' Needless to say, she did figure out a rationalization -- some leaves are 'between red and pink.' I can't wait to see Friday's outfit."
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Oh, Negativity
Me: "Hi, Claire. How are you?"
Claire: "Exasperated."
Me: "Why?"
Claire: "Because. Jane and Margot are annoying me."
Me: (changing subject): "So . . . how was your day?"
Claire: "Not great. I had to stay in for recess for the fourth day in a row."
Me: "Why?"
Claire: "I don't know."
Me: "Really? Didn't Ms. R say why you had to stay in?"
Claire: "Um . . . I'm not sure."
Me: [Silence. Because that answer is a complete and total lie.]
Claire: "Oh, I remember. It was for sliding down the banister at school."
Me: "Hmm. Was it the first time you did that?
Claire: "No. The tenth, I think."
Ah, the tenth time. No wonder she was so mystified that there was a consequence.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
That's a Lot of Children (However You Look at It)
Margot: "Wow!! How did he bother that many children??"
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Détente . . . Or Not
We were about three minutes into our drive to Connecticut this weekend when we had to stop the car, separate Claire and Margot, and move Claire from the third (highly-coveted) row up to the second (babyish) row of our Honda Pilot. Despite the relocation, the bickering continued. Finally, Don intervened:
Don: "Claire, Margot is provoking you. Do you want to escalate, or are you going to ignore her?"
Claire: "Dad, I'd prefer to escalate."
Friday, October 16, 2009
College Prep
I just received an email from Margot's teacher. After first noting that she was duly impressed by Margot's ability to pull together an all pink College Day outfit, she went on to describe what happened when the class began to discuss college with their student teacher, Ms. R, a college senior. Ms. R told the class that she lived at college, and explained how her classes were different from being in first grade. Here's what Margot wanted to know:
- Do you do your hair at college?
- Do you put on makeup at college?
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Violent Tendencies, Part II
Claire, Margot, and their friends were at the playground yesterday, and there was an unprecedented amount of disagreement with a group of allegedly "mean girls" (most of whom we have known since birth, and all of whom are actually perfectly nice.) All of these little girls kept running to the mothers and reporting various offenses (generally described as varying degrees of "meanness") by the other crew of girls. Finally, Claire came over, flailing her arms in total exasperation, and said, "Mom, these girls are being really mean to us! They won't be nice, and we've tried everything: poking them with sticks, throwing rocks, yelling at them . . . nothing is working!"
Note to self: train children to be less violent.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Violent Tendencies
Jane: "Pumpkin wants some yogurt."
Me: "No, Jane. We're about to have dinner."
Jane: "I want yogurt for my dinner."
Don: "You can't have yogurt for dinner, but you can have some for dessert."
Jane: "If I can't have some yogurt, I am going to crack someone's head open."
[Don & I stare at each other, dumbfounded - then, in a terrific error of judgment - burst out laughing.]
Jane (moving gate and furiously entering kitchen): "It's not funny. I want to come in this gate and have a YOGURT CONSEQUENCE. Right now!"
[pause]
Jane (regrouping; gesturing toward my Birra Moretti): "Fine. Then can I have a drink of this?"
Me: "No, Jane. Kids can't drink beer."
Jane: "Well, I know. But I like it. I drank it when you were sick."
Me: "No, you didn't. You can't drink this."
Jane: "I can drink this. I like it."
Me: "No."
[Margot comes into kitchen.]
Jane (glaring): "Margot. Pumpkin is very angry."
Thursday, October 8, 2009
I'm Not Sure about That
Margot: "When I grow up, I'm going to ask someone to turn me into a whale."
Claire: "Do you think there is any such thing as space rubber duckies?"
I confess I was not sure how to respond to either of these.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Claire Wiest, Photographer
Monday, September 28, 2009
Claire Wiest, MD
Claire, who, along with her bizarre ability to remember every fact she's ever heard or read, has also long shown signs of being a serious worrier. Don got into a conversation with her about my headaches and encouraged her to talk about any concerns she had. She had clearly already given it some thought.
Claire: "Maybe cancer is causing the headaches."
Don: "Well, no. They did a scan of Mommy's brain and she definitely does not have cancer."
Claire: "Stroke?"
Don: "No. Strokes can cause headaches, but Mom did not have a stroke."
Claire: "Migraines?"
Don: "Well, that's a good guess - these headaches are a little bit like migraines, but they're not exactly migraines either."
Claire: "Amyloid placques?"
Don: (who apparently knows what "amyloid placques" means) "Um . . . no. Definitely not amyloid placques."
I, unlike Don and Claire, actually had to look up the meaning of amyloid placques, and I am very happy not to have them.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Wiest-ette Vocab List
Wiest-ette Vocab List
- bagiant = vagina (Jane). Most effective use requires shouting this word, preferably in a grocery store or other public place -- e.g., "Mommy, you SEE my ba-GIANT??"
- belly suit = bathing suit. This appears to reflect the fact that one's belly is covered by a one-piece swimsuit. But it also involves some confusion with "ballet suit" (a/k/a "leotarn.")
- calicounter = calendar (Jane)
- diamond room = dining room (Jane)
- fake noodles = Fig Newtons (Jane). You can't imagne the confusion this one caused before we finally figured it out.
- fighterman = spiderman (Margot)
- fire executioner = fire extinguisher (Claire)
- leotarn = leotard (Claire)
- matilda = Nutella. As in, "Can I have Matilda on my popover?" (Jane)
- Magic Flag = American Flag (Jane)
- meaniac = one who is mean (All 3)
- nike (rhymes with bike) = nightgown (Jane). We think this is from her mis-hearing "nightgown" as "nike on"
- nufkin = nothing, i.e., the opposite of "sumpkin" (Jane)
- pokey-tot = polka dot (Jane)
- president = present (Jane). As in "I opened my birthday presidents yesterday."
- rudiecat = a person who behaves rudely (e.g., "MOM! Margot is being a rudiecat.")
- sumpkin = something, i.e., the opposite of "nufkin" (Jane)
- sun roof = sun room (Claire). As in, "Mommy, can you get the beach toys out of the sun roof so we can take them with us?"
- sunbird = sunburn (Jane)
- wash closet = washcloth (Jane)
- wrascalin' = rascal + wrestling (Jane). As in, "the puppies are wrascalin' again!"
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Fashionista Gets Some Press (Sort Of)
Claire was thrilled to realize that one part of this piece from the Boston Globe's "G" section was talking about her . . . and it will come as no surprise to those of you who know Claire that the title of the article is "Why Won't My Kids Dress Like That?"
I, on the other hand, was thrilled to see myself described - for what is surely the first and last time - as having "a Zen attitude."
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tea Party + Spelling
She then brought me the menu that she'd written out, and it was a fine example of her ongoing fearless spelling. The available items (each of which was assigned to a particular guest) were as follows:
- meat (lion)
- bambo (panda)
- nottles (Kit)
- pisti (Margot)
Claire, in a not-unusual demonstration of perceived intellectual superiority, took one look at the menu and began howling with laughter. She was torn as to whether "nottles" or "pisti" merited greater derision, but ultimately concluded that "bambo" was the real gem here. She proceeded to offer up completely unsupportive comments like, "BamBO?! What is bamBO?! That's not even a word!", followed by a sort of evil cackle. Sort of an impressive display of self-confidence, when you consider that this blistering critique is coming from a child who still insists on pronouncing "discipline" with a hard "c."
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Wow, They DO Listen to Me (Sometimes)
Don: "Um, yes. Why do you ask?"
Claire: "Well . . . Mom seems really concerned about everyone wearing clean underwear."
Friday, August 14, 2009
Build Your Vocabulary, Jane-Style!
- Fake Noodles. After several requests for this baffling item, I finally asked Jane to show me where the "fake noodles" were. She led me to our pantry shelf and pointed to a cookie dish full of FIG NEWTONS.
- Wrascalin'. This is a combo of "rascal" and "wrestling." As in, "Mommy, the puppies are wrascalin' again!" (Note the dropped "g," which is undoubtedly an homage to her West Virginia heritage.
- Pokey-tot. Hint: this one is pattern-related. "Mommy, I want to bring the baby in the pokey-tot pajamas." Get it? Polka dot.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Sisterly Love
Claire: "Margot, why do you talk all the time even when nobody is listening?"
Margot: "Because. I just like the way my voice sounds."
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Quote of the Day
It is surely no coincidence that this occurred to her two days before her own birthday, which is this Friday.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
The Evil Influence of "Bad Cat"
Don (gesturing towards three bags stuffed with dried mushrooms on the countertop): "Look at all the great mushrooms I got in Chinatown."
SuperNanny Lindsay: "That's great. I love cooking with mushrooms. The girls especially like the stuffed ones I do."
Claire (wandering by idly and glancing over): "Looks like the shrooms are kicking in."
Yes - she actually said that: "Looks like the shrooms are kicking in." Where did she hear such a thing, you might wonder? As is often the case with Claire, she read it. In a book called Bad Cat. A book that any responsible parent would never let a child read, because - although it's hilarious - it is enormously, horrifically inappropriate for children.
But if you have the kind of parents who let you have Bad Cat because because someone having a yard sale in your neighborhood offers it to you for free, and because your parents' cursory examination reveals primarily that Bad Cat is full of pictures of cats (which you love), and if your parents somehow fail to notice the book's blatant warning about offensive material, and if they also don't actually read Bad Cat until it's been in your possession for . . . um . . . months, actually . . . at which point they quickly and belatedly confiscate it . . . well, then you might become the sort of seven-year-old who says things like, "Looks like the shrooms are kicking in." Even if you (thank god) have no idea what that actually means.
At least, we're pretty sure she has no idea what it means.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Spy Notes
Margot has supplemented her mystery notes with a new set of notes, which include her real-time recording of various events taking place at 9 Park Lane. Margot apparently now spies on the rest of us, and then records what she's observed. As with the mystery notes, translation is often required - not only to interpret the words themselves, but also to establish the proper context.
The above note contains a relatively detailed recitation of the activities of the subject (Jane), as observed by the spy (Margot). Yet, absent explanation, the significance of this document as a "spy note" might not be clear. For example, an uninformed reader may foolishly assume that a "spy" should be hidden from the view of her subject. Not so! In fact, the opposite is true: as this note demonstrates, it is entirely possible to spy on someone while sitting together in the the same room. The trick, apparently, is to pretend to play with the subject - soon enough she will be lulled into performing some noteworthy act (such as lying down and muttering.)
Friday, July 24, 2009
Fact of the Day
Live and learn.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
New additions to the Wiest-ette Vocab List
In connection with last week's Independence Day festivities, one of Jane's preschool teachers added a picture of an American flag to the class calendar. We learned about this when Jane announced that Farah had "put the Magic Flag on the calicounter."
Margot also added a new word (or, more accurately, a new useage) to the list this week. Jane was telling a relatively long story and apparently lost her train of thought, saying "it was because . . . because . . . because . . ." until Margot exclaimed, "Jane! Stop that sputtering!"
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
The Argument Against Keeping Jane
Margot: "Dad, I wish we didn't have Jane."
Don: "Why is that, Margot?"
Margot: "Well, if there were wolves in the walls, and they came through, we could each hold a leg of a chair."
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Return of the Mystery Notes
It appears that Margot, like Claire, ended up developing the mystery note bug - with a slight twist - namely, that Margot's mystery notes are incomprehensible to virtually all readers. The above note was left on my desk several months ago. It was written in the heyday of Margot's phonetic spelling phase, and it chronicles some relatively extreme allegations of Jane's various offenses against "circus pets" (a/k/a "srkes pas"), along with recommended punishments (including that Jane not be allowed to "kim to the srkes.")
Despite her inability to spell correctly, Margot nonetheless became a prolific mystery note writer. She was never bothered by the fact that almost all of her notes required extensive translation (by her) before we could "read" them. In the months since she produced this gem, she's actually become quite a good speller - and she remains completely fearless when putting pen to paper. That she's learned to spell is, of course, great. But it's not nearly as funny. I was thus unreasonably heartened by receiving a note recently that said, "My mom and dad are MEEN MEEN MEEN MEEN MEEN MEEN."
Monday, June 29, 2009
The Queen of Recycling
Today Claire and Margot were downtown at backup daycare, and I had lunch with them at their favorite top-tier restaurant, Au Bon Pain. When we'd finished eating, I began to clear the table:
Claire: "MOM, what are you doing??"
Me: "Clearing the table."
Claire: "MOM, don't throw those things away!! Those soup containers are cardboard, they can be recycled."
Me: "Great point - thanks for reminding me."
Claire: "MOM! Don't throw out those tops, they're plastic."
Me: "Ok, got it."
Claire: "MOM! The spoons are recyclable, too. Don't throw those out."
Me: "Okay, Claire - thanks. Can we throw out any of the things that are left?"
Claire: (poring over trash): "Well, yes. It is fine to put these items in the trash."
[pause]
Claire: "Mom, did you know that the average person generates one pound of trash every day?"
Maybe the average person generates a pound of trash per day, but I'm quite confident that the residents of 9 Park Lane, under Claire's militant leadership, are reducing their trash output by the minute.
Friday, June 26, 2009
The Queen of Vocab
She did clarify that "bandit" was an appropriate descriptor here because "first, Jane steals things; and second, she doesn't listen to you." When I what not listening had to do with being a bandit, Claire looked surprised and said, "Well, because bandits don't listen to the police."
Monday, June 22, 2009
Quote of the Day
Just remember that you heard it here first.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Chicken Parts
We made short work of the chicken, and before finishing it off, Don asked whether anyone wanted some of the remaining dark meat. My suggestion that Claire might like some dark meat was met with her prompt clarification that she, in fact, detests dark meat and only likes the breast.
Margot, always the peacemaker, amiably followed up by saying, "Well, I like dark meat. I like all parts of the chicken: chicken legs, chicken wings, chicken bras, chicken fingers . . . "
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Manah Manah
MVI_8452, originally uploaded by Carrie Fletcher & Don Wiest.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Timeliness (Or Not) - And the Consequences Thereof
At about 7:30, Lindsay called me and offered a bet on whether Don would meet the 8:00 deadline (she even gavehim a three-minute grace period.) If he did make home by 8:03, she'd give us a free hour of babysitting. If not, we would owe her a paid hour off. Although I had some reservations, I cast them to the wind and threw my support behind my husband.
As the hour drew near, the following email exchange took place:
On Thursday, April 30, 2009 at 7:58 PM, Lindsay L wrote:
Cell phone = $150
T pass = $60
An extra hour pay = $18
Don being here on time = priceless
On April 30, 2009 at 8:00 PM, Carrie Fletcher wrote:
I'm afraid you win - he just called me and he is at the Green Street T stop. I don't think he can walk home in 3 minutes! He says that, since he's already lost the bet, he might as well hit the bar and stay out all night.
On April 30, 2009 at 8:03 PM, Lindsay L wrote:
He can't hit the bar, he left his Hello Kitty shirt here! So I know you must be kidding.
THIS IS WHY I LOVE LINDSAY.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
The Afterlife (from the Three-Year-Old Perspective)
Me: "Whose house?"
Jane: "Kevin's house."
Me (confused): "Did you say that Charlotte is at Kevin's house?"
Jane: "Yes. Kevin's. And she's not coming back to our house."
Me: "Who is Kevin?"
Jane: "Charlotte is at Kevin's house. In the sky."
Claire: "I think she means heaven, not Kevin."
Jane: "No. Kevin's house. The one in the sky."
Despite several attempts by her sisters to set her straight, Jane remains steadfast in her belief that our dog is now smiling down at us from some house in the clouds owned by a guy named Kevin.
Monday, April 13, 2009
A Sad Day at 9 Park Lane
The night before Charlotte died, she was up every hour or two. I checked on her each time to see if she needed water or wanted to go out, but she didn't. Instead, she went from room to room, climbed into bed with each of us, slept lightly for an hour or two, and then climbed down and went on to the next bedroom. At one point I found her on Claire's bed, standing over Claire's sleeping form and just staring intently at Claire's face. Then she settled down, put her head on Claire's shoulder, and rested for another hour. By the time morning came, she had spent time curled up next to each member of our family.
It's hard to put into words how much she will be missed.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Only in Massachusetts
Thursday, April 2, 2009
I Spy A . . .
Margot: “I spy something ripped.”
Claire: “Is it my napkin?”
Margot: “No.”
Claire: “Jane’s placemat?”
Margot: “No.”
Claire (after many creative guesses): “I give up. What is it?”
Margot: “That girl’s shirt over there.”
Claire: “The pink one?”
Margot: “Yep.”
Claire: “It’s not ripped, it’s supposed to be like that.”
Margot: “Then why can you see her nipple?”
Claire: “She was probably breastfeeding right before she got here.”
(People sitting at abutting tables begin to chuckle.)
Jane (screaming): “I want to SEE A NIPPLE!!!!!”
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Happy April Fools' Day
On our way into school, Margot and I stopped in to visit her teacher from last year, to whom we were delivering a sugar brioche from our local bakery. Miss Shea asked Margot if she had an April Fools' joke planned for her current teacher, Ms. Cable. Margot enthuisastically responded that she did. She then described the joke: "First, I will say, 'Ms. Cable, I am going to bring you a treat from the bakery tomorrow.' Then I will say, 'April Fools!! I have the treat for you right now!!' and I will give her a sugar brioche! Isn't that a great joke?!"
About five minutes later I was out on the playground saying goodbye to Claire. We were chatting with my friend Susan and her daughters, who were telling us about a series of funny and cute pranks they'd played on each other that morning. I explained the "joke" that Margot was planning to play on Ms. Cable, and then we made the mistake of asking Claire if she had an April Fools' joke in mind for her teacher.
Claire: "Yes, I do."
Susan: "Oh, what is it?"
Claire: "I'm going to pour glue all over her chair."
Me (horrified): "Claire, you can't do that. It's totally inappropriate."
Claire: (silence)
Me: "Claire, you can't do something like that. Ms. Ciardi would be very upset."
Claire: (silence)
Me: "Claire, I'm serious. That is not funny."
Claire: "Well, I think it's pretty funny."
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Single Ladies at 9 Park Lane
MVI_8220, originally uploaded by Carrie Fletcher.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wise Beyond Her (Three) Years
Jane: ''Lindsay, do you have any cash on you?'
Lindsay: '''Yes, Jane. Why?''
Jane: ''Okay. Can we go to JP Licks and you share your coffee with me?''
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Now Playing at 9 Park Lane
Sunday, March 1, 2009
One Smart Caterpillar
Don: "Jane, do you know where my cell phone is?"
Jane: "I’m not Jane, I’m caterpillar."
Don: "Caterpillar, do you know where my phone is?"
Jane: "She doesn’t talk."
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Hope & Change
Sunday, February 15, 2009
That WOULD be Bad
Claire: "Dying is not the worst thing that could happen to someone."
Margot (stares at Claire in shocked silence)
Margot (with disbelief): "What?! What's worse than dying?"
Claire (darkly): "Being born in HELL."
Thursday, January 22, 2009
When I Grow Up
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Common Knowledge
Me: "I don't actually know that much about it."
Claire: "Then just tell me the part that you know."
Me: "Well, Bikini Atoll was a nuclear testing site many years ago."
Claire: "It was a nuclear testing site in the 1940s and the 1950s. But was it American and British nuclear testing? Or just American?"
Me: "Um, I'm not really sure."
Claire (with exasperation): "Okay. What do you know about frequent explosions?"
Me: "I don't actually know a lot about frequent explosions either."
Claire: "Mom, can you just tell me everything you know about frequent explosions?"
Me: "What kind of explosions?"
Claire (with resignation): "Never mind, Mom. But you really should know about these things if you want to be a grown-up."
Monday, January 19, 2009
Deep Thoughts
Friday, January 16, 2009
Potty Talk
Jane: "Look! A mommy poo and a baby poo are in there!"
Me (noncomittally): "Hmm."
Jane: "You see them?!"
Me: "Are you read to go now?"
Jane: "No. I'm not done pooping."
Me: "Jane, can you hurry up? I think people are waiting to use the bathroom."
Jane: [silence]
Me: "Jane, can you please finish going potty?"
Jane: [silent, but with a look of intense concentration]
Me: "Janie? Let's go, honey."
Jane (shouting): "Hooray!! The daddy poo is coming out!!"
Me: [silence]
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Let's Look on the Bright Side
Me: "Margot, what are these?"
Margot: "These are all of the days that Grandma and Grandpa aren't here yet." (This was an allusion to the upcoming mid-January visit of my parents and my sisters.)
Me: "That is a very nice idea, but you can't put stickers up on your wall - it pulls the paint off."
Margot: "These aren't stickers, they are Post-It flags."
Me: "Okay, well, you can't put things that stick up on your wall. And you also can't write on the wall with a Sharpie. That doesn't wash off, so now we'll have to paint over these marks."
Margot: "I didn't write on the wall with the Sharpie. I wrote on the Post-It flags. Some it just got on the wall."
Me: "I know you didn't mean to do it - but we just painted your room and this does mess up the new paint."
Margot (pausing): "But, Mommy, isn't it great that all of the other walls still look really good?!"
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Dance Party at 9 Park Lane
Monday, January 5, 2009
New Vocab Word: "Nufkin"
Sample use of "nufkin"
Jane: "Ow, sumpkin hurts."
Me: "What's wrong? Does your stomach hurt?"
Jane: "No, not that."
Me: "Your head?"
Jane: "No. Nufkin hurts."
Me: "What?"
Jane: "Nufkin hurts."
Me: "Are you saying nufkin?"
Jane: "Yes. Nufkin hurts now."
Me: "I thought you said that something hurt."
Jane: "Sumpkin doesn't hurt now. Not sumpkin, nufkin hurts."