Smooooth....

I don't know which was smoother:

Announcing someone's arrival in the office yesterday like this:


Me: "L, Sandra is here to see you." (Not actually her name.)

L: "Oh hi, Brenda!" (Her actual name.)


OR the fact that I followed it up with:


Me: "SANDRA?!? Where the heck did that come from? Sorry Brenda, I must be on drugs."


Yeah. Smooth.

On Grade 1

"Grade 1 is awesome. In Kindergarten all you come him with is, like, a painting (rolls her eyes patronizingly). But in Grade 1 you come home with a head full of knowledge!"

She's starting to scare me

On the way home last night, I saw a huge 'FOR SALE' sign in front of 'old Angelo's'.

This is horrifying, because I think we all kept hoping that it would someday re-open, and the pepperette supply would once more run freely...

So I broke this news to DH and our neighbour, and we all expressed sadness and disappointment.

And then suddenly, a quiet little voice said to no one in particular:

"Unacceptable."

First this -- Evil Supervillain blog -- now this?

Mental note:  do NOT cross this child.  Especially if I want her to one day put me in a 'good' home, and not one of those ones from 60 Minutes.

Clap, clap, clap

E came downstairs yesterday morning, coughing dramatically. Not overdoing it mind you, just laying the groundwork properly.

<cough>

<pause>

"Mummy."

<pause>

"I have a <cough> terrible cough."

<consumptive wheezing>

"My sisters...don't think I should go to school today."

Full marks

While reacting to a smell that came out of a family member's butt, I said, "That STINKS!"

E replied, "Yeah, that stinks---both metaphorally and in real life!"

I know she didn't quite nail the pronounciation, but I'm going to give it to her anyway.  SHE'S SIX.

I don't think the two are connected

On the way to church tonight:

E: ____ never goes to church, eh?

(pause)

E: I guess that's why that whole family is so crazy.

(Now to sit back and let all of my friends wonder whose name was in the blank!)

That was graphic

Last night we got to talking about belly buttons. Which then turned into a discussion of babies being on the inside, kicking, hanging out, whatevs.

Then E jumped up and said:

"Yeah, and then it's like on our birthday, we woke up that day and said 'We gotta get out of here!' and then we were like..."

And she proceeded to lie down between two of the beds, grab the rails, and start sliding herself forward along the ground, making what can best be described as a 'KWSK KWSK' noise.

I can't wait until she remembers that it was a C-section and she re-enacts that. I picture some sort of jack-in-the-box pop out, with a jazz hands finish.