Mom fuel.

G had a fever.

  
Payne had a headache.

  
I honestly can’t ask for more than this.

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It’s starting.

They’re getting smarter than me.

“Look Payne! I got you a shirt with a pirate ship!”


“Uh Mommy? That’s a Viking ship.”

And so it is. Huh.

Also, G told us the moon has “an unusual portrait”. I was all kinds of confused until I realized she meant the man in the moon.

And then there was earlier this week when she told her classmates that if they killed the gym teacher, the class wouldn’t have to do what the gym teacher said anymore….

Practical, but a touch socially removed?

I don’t know whether to laugh or install an exterior lock on her bedroom door.