 |
| I call this, "In cardboard fort with helmet" |
Sophie had her first great day at kindergarten yesterday. When she got home, she was bouncing off the walls with excitement and Tyler reported that she told her all about the kids she played with and the "club" they're in together. Tyler also reported that Sophie said the following:
"Charlie and Abe only want to come over so they can talk about my vagina."
I hear you, sister.
Last night KC went out with his friend, Rich, to watch some football and be manly. (Sophie said, "He always goes out with Rich when he goes on dates.") I hung out with the girls and had a lovely evening. Then, when it was time for bed, I realized that we were all out of milk. CRISIS!!! I told the girls that we had to go to the McDonald's drive through up the street to get some. They were excited because it was dark out and I didn't make them wear their coats (or, in Ava's case, pants).
Here's how it went:
Me: Okay everyone, let's go make a stealth trip to get some milk.
(They get their shoes on—matching patent leather mary janes—and we head to the van.)
Sophie: It's dark!
Ava: Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy... (this is a song she sings to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle)
Me: Very dark. It's late. Now we're not getting food or toys. Just milk. This is a milk trip.
Sophie: Yeah. We're like ninjas!
Yes we are. We're like minivan-driving, patent-leather-mary-jane-wearing, milk-seeking, pantsless ninjas.
No comments:
Post a Comment