Phoebe uses the wrong pronoun for the female objective case (is that right, Mom?) – instead of saying, “I want to play with her,” she’ll say, “I want to play with she!” I don’t know why I find that adorable, but I do. She also says “Barnacles!” or “Darn its!” (yes, with a plural "its") when she’s frustrated.
I bought Mallory the Wizards of Waverly Place soundtrack (sigh) and she was so excited that she ripped it open, held up the torn cellophane, and said, “Do you know what this is? Crumpled joyousness!”
Re-reading Fatal Vision, and then spending a few hours reading about updates and theories about the case online on Friday night, is not conducive to sleeping well for the rest of the weekend. I was really interested in this case when I was in high school but hadn’t thought about it in many years. It’s much harder to think about – to imagine, to comprehend – now that I’m a parent. Gah. (And yes, I think he did it.)
We’re driving to Dallas this Christmas. I just looked at a map and realized that meant driving through North Carolina AND South Carolina AND Georgia AND Alabama AND Mississippi AND Louisiana AND Texas. That’s a lot of states to drive through. That’s, like, almost one-fifth of ALL the states. (Maybe. Or maybe not. I’m not so good at math. Or geography, apparently.)
I stupidly pulled out a couple of grey hairs right around my widow’s peak, and now, of course, they’re at a different rate of growth than the rest of my bangs, so they stick out and are even more obvious than they would have been had I not plucked them. I’m not aging well.
Mallory wants to have a Build-a-Bear party for her birthday, and I agreed, with the stipulation that she could only invite three friends. Then it struck me what a weird concept this is – buying toys for other children on my daughter’s birthday.
Phoebe told me that I should add some Beatles songs to my ipod. "Which album would you prefer?" I asked. She said, very seriously, "Well, 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds' is my favorite song, so it would have to be Sgt Pepper."
Adding broccoli slaw to one’s salad gives it a very satisfying crunch.
I bought Mallory the Wizards of Waverly Place soundtrack (sigh) and she was so excited that she ripped it open, held up the torn cellophane, and said, “Do you know what this is? Crumpled joyousness!”
Re-reading Fatal Vision, and then spending a few hours reading about updates and theories about the case online on Friday night, is not conducive to sleeping well for the rest of the weekend. I was really interested in this case when I was in high school but hadn’t thought about it in many years. It’s much harder to think about – to imagine, to comprehend – now that I’m a parent. Gah. (And yes, I think he did it.)
We’re driving to Dallas this Christmas. I just looked at a map and realized that meant driving through North Carolina AND South Carolina AND Georgia AND Alabama AND Mississippi AND Louisiana AND Texas. That’s a lot of states to drive through. That’s, like, almost one-fifth of ALL the states. (Maybe. Or maybe not. I’m not so good at math. Or geography, apparently.)
I stupidly pulled out a couple of grey hairs right around my widow’s peak, and now, of course, they’re at a different rate of growth than the rest of my bangs, so they stick out and are even more obvious than they would have been had I not plucked them. I’m not aging well.
Mallory wants to have a Build-a-Bear party for her birthday, and I agreed, with the stipulation that she could only invite three friends. Then it struck me what a weird concept this is – buying toys for other children on my daughter’s birthday.
Phoebe told me that I should add some Beatles songs to my ipod. "Which album would you prefer?" I asked. She said, very seriously, "Well, 'Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds' is my favorite song, so it would have to be Sgt Pepper."
Adding broccoli slaw to one’s salad gives it a very satisfying crunch.
Comments
I don't think I am familiar with Fatal Vision. Do I want to become familiar? Because it sounds scary.
Yes, you are right about the objective case. That is an unusual error. Usually, it's the other way.
Love Mallory's phrase!
Mom
Yes, you are right about the objective case. That is an unusual error. Usually, it's the other way.
Love Mallory's phrase!
Mom