another completely reasonable breakfast order

Daddy: What would you like?

Caroline:  Hmmm, I think I need something made to look like a flower.

Daddy:  A flower?!

Caroline:  It's the last day of May!  You need a flower for that!

[Daddy heads to the kitchen, trying to figure out how to make floral food.]

Caroline:  Oh, and one requirement:  It must be cereal!

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Caroline made a book at downtime at school.  It's called Kitty Life.

The first page?

"Mrs. Kitty had a problem.  She was always using special papers so there wasen't enoghe for her children."

She insists that this storyline has nothing to do with my refusal to let her have good paper I just used for her birthday party invites.  I remain unconvinced.  On the plus side, Mrs. Kitty looks very apologetic and does not get killed off in later chapters.

isn't it ironic?

A few weeks ago, Caroline's school musical finally hit the stage.  These productions are of a much higher caliber than most school plays, and it's sort of a big deal in our artsy community.  The kindergarten and 1st grade kids were the opening act, singing "On Broadway" with many jazz hands waving and exaggerated dance moves telling you all about the travails of someone seeking to make it big in NYC.

The day after opening night, we ran into one of her friend's moms, who said, "Caroline!  You lit up the stage!  Your smile was soooo big, and you did such a great job.  You were really at home up there!"

She laughed and said thank you to the nice woman, and then turned to me as we walked away and grabbed my arm tight and said, "Maybe it's true.  Maybe I really will be a star."

sure thing, sally

"Can I have a non-crusted, folded long-ways, blueberry-not-grape jelly sandwich?"

random breakfast chatter

"Monkeys have weird booties."

[silence, gaze]

"Can I have some jelly toast now?"