“We are going to stay on this couch and watch all of the Xenas, play all of the board games.”
I sat our grrl down with a box of holiday cards. Since she’s 9, she can start helping to sign them, right? She grabs my purple pen and starts signing her name…
“Mom, I feel like I should put #12 after my name.”
#12 is her uniform number on her soccer team.
“Blue Cross is democratic and Red Cross is republican”
Grrl: Quick Eats* is gooood!
Dad: How do you know?
Mom: Because Andrew & Cinnamon told her.
Dad: Well they also think bean soup is good.
Grrl: That’s different! There aren’t beans on hot dogs! Well, unless you put chili on them.
*Conversation took place on the way home as we drove past Good Eats, a hot dog stand, and discussing where to go for dinner.
I pointed out Kim Rhode’s THIRD straight gold medal and winning a medal in five straight Olympics to the grrl tonight and the fact that she hit 99 of 100 shots.
Grrl: WOW! She’s almost as good as Black Widow!
LOL! Kim Rhode, feel free to use that one. And congratulations!!
Corrected on 7.30.2012
This morning I was explaining to the grrl about the Olympic flame and how it’s usually a big surprise who gets to light the actual flame.
Grrl: Oh! Maybe they’ll get you to do it. I’m sure they’re going to call you soon and fly you there super fast. Because you are so popular.
Now I’m not sure if she was being snarky and a bit pissy at how my “popularity” is interfering with her mama-time or not, but it did make me laugh. And roll my eyes.
My bet is that it was a swirl of snark/pissy/not.