Fonky and The Law

We've got two friends.

Fonky is a bad boy. He's so naughty. He always says things like "idiot" or "I don't want to be your friend". Sometimes he spits. Sometimes he pushes or hits. He even sneaks beer and candy. Sometimes when mom and dad say "It's time to go brush your teeth" Fonky tells us "NO!" or says "I don't have to listen to you! I'm Fonky!".

On the other side is The Law.
The Law is a baby lizard. He's so cute and tiny and sweet. He never steals toys, he always listens, he has good manners, he eats his food and gives us kisses with his tiny, tiny lizard lips. Sometimes he likes to have a bath. He's always friendly and loves to sit on our lap to watch TV and read stories. He loves puppies too. The Law is the best.

Alone in the park

The weather is quite lovely here right now. Last night we took a bike ride to the park. We got there and the place was vacant. That's cool with me. No fighting over the swings, no kids running up the slide, no big crazy kids pushing the little ones down. Elise missed it. She was asking where all the kids were. I honestly didn't know. I really, really don't have all the answers.

We played for a while then the sun started going down a bit. I told her we have to get going because we still have to do bath and stories.

As we rode on the bike path out of the park a couple of families with several kids were running towards the playground equipment.

Elise yells to them "Where were you family when I was lonely!?!"

Stop talking to strangers (Part 10 million)

Today Elise told a cashier she had a funny voice.

She also shouted "EWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! SMOKERS!!!" while pointing at a group of people smoking outdoors (because it's the law here).

Clueless

Elise is in the bathtub throwing water in the air screaming "It's raining miracles! Praise him! Oh praise him!"

I tell you this with 100% certainty. I have NO IDEA where that came from. Was she a revivalist in a past life?

Odd.

Look what I can do!

Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do! Look what I can do!


That is all.

Please stop talking to strangers.

There was a young man walking across the Costco parking lot. You could tell he thought he was pretty cool that day. He was wearing skin tight jeans, motorcycle boots, a black leather jacket and sunglasses with flames on the sides. He had a swagger like he was certain he could take on the world.

My child spots him and says "Ooooh. Ohhhh. Look at that guy."
She yells "HI!"
He stops, smiles and said "hi" back to her.
Then she asks him "Are you a real race car driver? Or just playing dress up today?"

Poor, poor deflated ego.

Everyone needs magic pants

Elise slowly walked out of her room carrying a pair of black cotton Circo brand pants.

E: Mom?
M: Yes dear.
E: It appears that I have no magic pants. Would be OK if I call these my magic pants? I know they aren't soft enough to be magical, but is it lying if I pretend they are?

Serious Discussion

Last night while reading stories, Elise was studying my face and eyes.
I asked her if something was wrong.
E: Mommy? Why do I not look like you?
M: Some children look like their Mommy and some children look like their Daddy. Some children look like neither parent and just look like their own person.
E: But I don't have spots and I don't have those eye lids like you have.
M: I know. But you look just like daddy and he looks pretty good.

She sighed heavily.
"OK. I guess I will look like daddy. I don't mind my supple lips, but when will I get my beard?"

The Easter Bunny

Yesterday afternoon there was a little rabbit sitting by our deck chewing on new grass. Elise spied him and stared in wonder for a while. She asked if she could go out and talk to him, but daddy told her he'd hop away when the door opened.
She lightly tapped on the glass door and whispered "Thank you Easter Bunny."