Saturday, October 29, 2011

The Eyelash Fairy is Fickle

Daughter: Look! An eyelash! I'm going to make a wish. Although... I can tell you, eyelash wishes don't work. I wished for something two years ago and it never happened.
Me: What did you wish for?
Daughter: A million ladybugs. But today, I'm wishing for a pegasus!

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

The Dangers of Reading, In 3 Parts

Part the First:

Daughter: Look, Mom. There are ten chapters, and I'm at chapter eight!
Me: Great!
Daughter: It's page 72!
Me: Fabulous.
Daughter: There's only this much to go!
Me: You're a reading fiend!
Daughter: Sssshhhhhhh! I'm READING.

Part the Second:

[in a local bookstore, with TV playing scary music in one corner...]
Daughter, clamping herself to my leg: What IS that?
Me: It's a TV. It's playing a movie.
Daughter: Ohhhh. I thought it was a dementor.

Part the Third:

Me: What specials did you have today?
Daughter: Library. I NEED an ipod touch!

Monday, October 17, 2011

Oh. Them.

Me: What specials did you have at school today?
Daughter: Library. Health.
Me: Oh, health? What did you do in that class?
Daughter: Just the usual.
Me: Which is...?
Daughter: Germs.

Monday, October 3, 2011


We attended a pumpkin patch outing last night. The weather was beyond compare. The farm was perfect. The hayrack rides were continuous. But, in the fun and corn crib, Son lost: a silver ring, with celtic knot. His absolute favorite possession. He was devastated. We left a note with the owners, but in reality we know the ring is on its way to the bottom of the corn, where it will stay until it is scooped up and thrown away at the end of the season.

At the car, Daughter then realized she no longer had "her favorite" sweatshirt tied around her waist, either. She wanted to go back in and look for it. But, the place was now officially closed, and in any case the item in question could have been anywhere in the corn field, or in one of the mazes, or... well, anywhere. Still, Son pointed out. She is more likely to see the sweatshirt again than he the ring. But, she replied: It is my absolute favorite! I don't have another red sweatshirt!

As soon as we got into the safety of the car, both burst into tears. I drove home to the sounds of wailing, thinking we would have been better off not going at all.

Then, in the kitchen, the moment I found truly heartbreaking. The two of them hugged, sobbing. "I'm sorry you lost your sweatshirt!" Son wailed. "I'm sorry you lost your ring!" Daughter howled. It was truly tragic.