Editorial License

I was driving, and so asked Claire to type my response to a text from Margot.  The result:

All the News That's Fit to Print

So glad I made it into the inaugural story:

 

10 Points for Motherhood!

Another (admittedly rare) piece of evidence suggesting that I'm not just swearing and providing inappropriate reading material to my kids:

Language (Again)

Everyone has heard the allegation that, despite the onset of motherhood 12+ years ago, I have generally failed to clean up my language to a proper, motherly degree. The girls generally accept this state of affairs, sometimes exclaiming, "Mom!  LANGUAGE!" if things seem really off the rails.

This summer, my phone made the below auto-correct in a text I sent to Margot. Claire got a look at it and burst out laughing.

Me: "But why would it make that correction when I was trying to type walking?!"

Claire: "Mom, your phone knows you too well."

Awesomeness

Claire:  "I love coding.  Computer camp is the amazing."

Jane:  "When I'm older, I want to go to an awesome camp."

Claire:  "You should totally go to coding camp, it's the best."

Jane:  "No, I mean I want to go to a really awesome camp. Like BLACKSMITH camp."

Hooray for Reading! (Maybe)

As in the past, Margot demonstrates an interesting (i.e., questionable) reading selection:

Tentacles. Or Whatever.

Our recent breakfast conversation at busy, bustling Ula Cafe:

Jane:  "Mom, can you explain what a tentacle is?"

Me: "A tentacle?"

Jane:  "Yes. [My friend] wanted me to explain it to her but I wasn't sure how."

Me: "Sure.  It's like a long flexible arm on an animal.  For example, an octopus has eight tentacles."

Jane (quietly):  "No, not that.  I mean a man's tentacle."

Margot (loudly):  "Mom, I'm pretty sure she means TESTICLE."

Jane (loudly):  "Oh, yes - that's it!  I mean TESTICLE. Can you tell me everything you know about testicles?"

So glad we live in JP.