When There’s More Than One, It’s Called a Murder…

Bag o' Bones

Something Wicked This Way Comes…

While getting ready for Halloween festivities, I looked over at my super-cute daughter, 3,  prancing about in the hastily purchased drugstore sorceress costume and said, “Oh, honey, you look pretty!”

To which she responded, “Yep, mama. I look GOOD.”

Are You Questioning My Badassness?

That Middle One, 5, came home from school last week a little upset because a little girl didn’t pick him for some random classroom thing that day. I asked him what happened… He explained that “Leena” was supposed to pick someone for “something” and that if you wanted to do it, you were supposed to raise your hand. “I raised my hand, mama, but she didn’t pick me because she doesn’t like me.”

“Really, honey? Why do you think she doesn’t like you?”

“She said that she doesn’t like me because I make green checks all of the time…”

(Green checks are given daily for good behavior, yellow for the questionable, and blue for the times when a child makes the kindergartner teacher cry.)

“I told her that I made a yellow check on the first calendar…

And that I made a yellow check on the second calendar…

And that I was  probably going to make a yellow check on this calendar too.”

My Sincerest Apologies, Mother

[This spot reserved for something that my oldest, 10, may eventually say that isn’t snotty nor frighteningly reminiscent of a ten-year-old me.]

November 7, 2009
Categories: Daily, I Heart Demerol


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