Firstly, last Friday we went to meet my parents at the mall to pick up some football tickets. It's about an hour away. One stretch of the highway is pretty curvy. While we were in the curvy section, S called from the backseat for me to look at the picture she had drawn on her MagnaDoodle. I told her that I couldn't turn around because the road was curvy and I needed to pay very strict attention to driving so we would be safe. Then she asked, "Mommy, what does that sign say?"
"The sign that we're about to pass?" I asked.
"Yes."
"It says that the speed limit is 45 miles per hour."
"No, no. It says that you should turn around and look at what your kid drew."
Seriously, I could not stop laughing. I immediately endangered our lives by calling M to tell him. It was very funny.
Secondly, yesterday was her first school program. It was awesome. Watching your kid climb onto risers and sing with a group is very, very exciting. And adorable. And possibly one of the most enjoyable experiences of my life. M and I were both absolutely giddy. Anyway, the tables at the program/feast were decorated with things the kids had made in class. The centerpiece was a copy of each child's recipe for cooking a turkey. Here's S's.
"Buy a turkey at the store. Wash it off real good. Add mustard, sliced hot dogs, strawberries, a dash of cornbread. Put it in the oven for 4 minutes at 3 degrees. Follow up with pumpkin pie and enjoy."
I am pretty sure this recipe will never be Ina-approved. But I think it might result in some nasty intestinal issues as four minutes at 3 degrees probably won't result in a safe internal temperature. Maybe we should talk about meat thermometers today??
Anyway, preschoolers are hysterical. In fact, while I've been typing this, she set up a garage sale in the living room. She made a table out of a box and put a storybook, a coloring book, a ribbon, and a small pail on top. She says she's going to sell them all. I hate to point out that I don't know where she'll get customers. I also have no idea where she learned about garage sales.
4 comments:
OMG, so awesome. I'm dying at the thought that Charlotte could have a little singing program some day - dying!!
Garage sale? Watch out. You are looking at the next future me:)
PB
I am laughing so hard right now! Thank you both so much :D
I forced my son to be in chorus in the 7th grade for that very reason. I blamed it on him needing some type of music credit. In reality, it was mostly for that one last years of getting to see him stand on risers and sing songs. It was one of my favorite things ever.
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