Yes, me. Speechless. If you know The Mama in real life, then you know this is very nearly impossible. I typically have 100 words to get out for every 10 that are actually needed. But not today. Oh no, today I had no words.
While The Kidling and I sat in the waiting room at the chiropractor this evening, we reviewed some word endings. This week, her class is spending some time focusing on -ck endings, so we played a bit of a guessing game. I gave her clues, and she replied. It looked something like this:
“What do you put your groceries in?” “A bag… No… A sack!”
“Where do you put your folders after school?” “My backpack!”
“What do you do with a sucker?” “Suck!”
“What was your tricky spelling word last week that ended in -ck?” “Truck!”
Think you know where this is headed? So did I. Until…
“What do you say to someone who is picking her nose?” “Snack!”
Um… Well… I was sort of thinking… Ick. Ick, Kidling.
The Family is considering buying a new (very old) home. Fret not, local readers: we aren’t leaving Our Town any time soon. We just found a house around the corner that is pretty swell.
This being a serious decision, I decided to enlist my favorite sounding board: The Kidling. I asked her at breakfast this morning what she thought about our home vs. the prospect and which she preferred. Here’s what I got:
“Well, it would be good to have a basement that’s further away from the windows in case of a tornado. This one has(counts)one, two, three, four, five, six, seven windows–and the door–right by the basement.”
“Well, that one IS a lot bigger than ours,” she noted.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing to you?” I asked. “Medium.”
“Let’s think about which one would be the nicer setting for Halloween? Which would have a better table for gourds?”
“This house does have something I like.”
“What’s that?” I questioned. “There’s a race room.”
Hmm. A race room… we might need to be sure that transitions to the (potential) new digs. Couldn’t have a little gal lacking that now, could we?
The Kidling had a remarkable day yesterday. She was cheerful all afternoon when she returned home from school, overcame an enormous fear successfully, was able to stay up late to finish her homework without a meltdown, and didn’t even get ticked when the “two stories at bedtime” reward that I offered became “one story” then “maybe just half” after I realized that she had chosen quite the tome (and no one who values her sanity keeps The Kidling up past bedtime).
A banner day, really.
Naturally, as someone who values happiness and joy, I wanted to remind The Kidling of her general awesomeness first thing this morning.
“Did you dream about your great accomplishments last night?” I asked when The Kidling walked bleary-eyed into the room.
“No,” she replied incredulously. “I dreamed about My Little Ponies having a race!”