Rough morning

Elise is always crabby in the morning. As someone who has dealt with morning crabby all my life, I do actually understand how she feels. Someday she too will discover the magical power of coffee. Until then we're going to have some rough mornings. On the way to daycare this morning:

E(insert attitude here): Mom, why do you always listen to Sinatra?
M: Sinatra? I like Sinatra. Don't you?
E: Everyone likes Sinatra, but not everyone has to listen to it all the time.
M: I haven't listened to Sinatra in a long time. Are you having a rough morning?
E: Who is this singing right now?
M: This is Morrissey, not Sinatra.
E: Geez. I wish I was in Dad's car.

What am I going to do when she's 15?

So sneaky...

I just heard Elise yelling from upstairs:

"I'm sneaking an Oreo very carefully so you won't here me!"

She's got some lessons to learn about sneaking cookies.

Father's Day

M: Father's day is coming up this Sunday. You still have plenty of time, but you can start thinking of something special you want to make or give to daddy.

E: I know! I think I will get him a #1 with a Coke! That's special and he would love that!


Sadly, that's true.

Day care drop off

This morning as I walked out of the daycare center I heard:

Little boy: Elise, why does your mom smell like sunscreen?

Elise: I don't know. Why do you cut your own hair?