Saturday, January 28, 2012

Five is a Goodly Age

I like five. I like five on Genevieve and I like it on all those other little munchkins. Five year olds still say it like it is. They are who they are and they make no apologies for it and are rarely self conscious.  I could learn a lot from a five year old. They still believe in magic, Santa and the Tooth Fairy. But I think my favorite part about a fiver, is the funny things that make it from their brain to their mouth.

One fine day, we were riding home and Gen was very inquisitive about accents. She doesn't understand why her teacher talks the way she does or why the other kids in her class follow suit. She was telling me about their morning song that they sing every day and she said very seriously "I don't know why Ms. Sinclair says it Good Mornin', it's Good Morning. The other kids all say it with her too, but I don't. I've got to stay strong." It's very hard not to laugh, but really, I hope she keeps that attitude with all of the other things she's going to be very different with.

Gen was also overheard telling a younger child when asked if she wanted to play, "You know, sometimes when you get older there are things you just aren't interested in playing anymore. Like when you are an adult and you don't want to play with kid toys anymore". 

Monday, January 23, 2012

Christmas Finally!

My silence is being broken. We've had some computer tragedy in the last little while. The desktop appeared DOA and before we left for Christmas, I sadly spilled water on my laptop keyboard (poor, poor Bertha). Having no return button and a possessed keyboard that capitalizes and then uncapitalizes after every tap of the space bar,  sort of kills the pleasure of plunking away. In fact, I've turned into a horrible emailer and as you've witnessed, a very absent blogger. So without further ado here is Christmas which feels like forever away. . .