Overheard Around Here…
“Oh, I hope this hat still fits me when I’m sixteen. All the boys will want to date me when I wear it!”
By the way, do you remember how nice it was to be so innocent, that you thought the main thing a 16 year old boy was looking for in a girl was a nice hat?
“Come on! Let’s play ball in the toilet!”
I was admonishing Tall Girl for her bad attitude as she put on her coat for school.
“Don’t say that this is the worst day ever! You have to have to look on the bright side and be positive.” I said. “Now, have a good day. I hope you all get to play on the new playground.”
“No, the playground doesn’t open until friday,” Sweetie Pie answered. “Wait — be positive.” She threw her arms in the air, stuck out her hip, and shouted: “Yay!! The playground doesn’t open until friday!”
“Stop playing with the baby’s head.”
I finally found out what happened to Purple Peanut. Purple Peanut was Sweetie Pie’s imaginary friend who suddenly moved to the Town of Athabasca. Turns out, Purple was concerned about Art Girl’s peanut allergy, and thought that he should absent himself before he caused too many problems. He also wanted to live by the Athabasca River. (Makes sense.) Turns out he’s coming back, and is planning to squat in the play house in our backyard. No word on his exact arrival, but Sweetie Pie says I should check the expiration on our Epi-Pen sometime next week.
Speaking of which, our backyard playground has seen a lot of action this past week. Thursday noon, the girls returned from their early dismissal day at school without Tall Girl. She was trying to wrap her little shy of 5′ frame onto the roof of our Little Tykes playset in the backyard, bawling furiously.
“She’s crying, Mom. She got a bad mark on a test. She says she’s no longer perfect.”
Turns out it wasn’t a test, it was a sketch, and she had missed half the instructions when she was sick. This goes with the other “terrible disappointment” of a 73% on a social science quiz. I tried to remind her that she had two perfect marks recently, but to no avail.
It seems our little Hermione has decided to take a “Second Place is First Loser” approach to the 5th grade.