Sunday, October 6, 2013

dude, i haven't studied philosophy since 1996

Upon being picked up from school, walking back to the car:

"I don't understand this life form."

Uuuuhh, you're seven, sister.

"I always just feel like I'm floating around, watching another person live her life, and I'm not really living it myself."

How about a cookie?

"Is it real?  I mean, do you really know that this is living?  Are humans even real?"

Thursday, August 8, 2013

tickets and snacks were only $35

Caroline presented a live action "movie" for me today.  She made me sit in a chair in the hallway, and I had to peer at her in the playroom through the opening in a decorative tissue box cover (which made a handy dark frame, you see).  The movie was "Top Secret Agency" and she was the star Clara S. Morgan.  She used the ipod for intro music, spun around a toy bin to reveal a sign that said, "From the makers of 'Brave'," and employed a homemade flip book of opening credits.

Then the action began.

She and her sidekick Jane R. Swanson (played by our cat, Jane) searched for evidence to reveal where the evil villain was hiding.  Jane had a breakout performance.  She really broke out of the theater, I mean.  She ran past me, and Caroline chased after her.  She paused next to me mid-run, and said, "Well, it's a 3D movie!"

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

my little life coach

We were driving home from errands and shopping, complete with my discouraging crazy clothes, and she said, "Mom, do you think you're predictable?"  I said that, yes, I am probably pretty predictable.  She agreed.

"There are two things about you that are really predictable.  You're cheap and you're settled."

I take both as a compliment, and I told her that.

She followed up with, "Yeah, it's not bad or anything.  But you could live a little."

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

it's not easy

Caroline has started having more of an opinion regarding her clothing.  So I've started inviting her input before I go out to buy her stuff.  We were flipping through a catalog, just to get an idea of things she likes/doesn't, and she kept pointing to things that were bedazzled from seam to seam.  I'd say, "Really?  I think those beads would rip off in the washer, and then you'd be sad and wouldn't want to wear it."  Or "Does glow in the dark orange polka dot match lavender stripes?"  "How many shirts with cats on them do you really need?"  She was getting tired of my naysaying.  So she hmphed, threw her hands up, and then grumped, "Mom, why are you so un-cheesy?!"

Sunday, July 14, 2013

common ailment

Caroline and Sylvie were playing with small action figures.  Apparently Caroline's little figure was feeling under the weather.  She approached Sylvie's and asked, "So, Stella.  You got anything to help with polio?"

Saturday, July 13, 2013

I'm yellow and laugh a lot

I received this joke in honor of my birthday:

What's yellow and laughs a lot?

A ticklish banana! (you too!)

Friday, July 12, 2013

slogans rejected by the California Fig Board

Caroline says these things about the extra special fruit:

Figs!  They're delightfully slimy.


I love that figs look like they're full of raw meat when you cut them open.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

selections from a 7 chapter book about cats

I found this book in her data binder at the end of first grade.  This was something she worked on at school and selected to keep in the binder as a favorite non-fiction piece.  It certainly is informative.  She wrote on the table of contents that "bold words appear in glossary."  Just so you know why some are "bold"...

Click each image to enlarge.

"ftt! -- your first warning."

"Cat trying to look like pacman to show how hungry she is." 

Saturday, May 4, 2013

overheard while the girls played outside

Sylvie: I want to pretend to be a dog.  What's my name?

Caroline: You are Amanda the dog.

Sylvie: Yep, I'm Amanda the dog.  What are you?

Caroline: I'm Nicole the fox, and digging is my passion.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

junior skeptic

A small business owner's card was on my desk.  Caroline picked it up.

"What's this?" she asked.

I told her it was a business card.

"Carl L. Smith, huh?  Carl L. Smith, PRESIDENT?"

I nodded.

"So he's portraying Barack Obama and thinks anyone will believe him?  Yeah right!"