As five-year old Sophie was getting ready for bed this evening, she announced with great fanfare and a giggle that “Justin Bieber and his girlfriend got sex!” Five-year old Sophie. A friend on the school bus shared that fascinating tidbit with my little monster the other day. Thanks, Sophie’s friend. Thanks a lot.
When I asked Sophie if she knew what she was talking about, she guffawed some more and replied that Justin and his girlfriend “got undressed and naked and stuff.” She then informed me that “they are now broken up, but they still got sex afterwards.” That’s a relief. I feel so much better now.
Frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised if she came home tomorrow giving me the latest on Anthony Weiner’s weiner. Really. Not surprised at all.
After months of planning, our trip to France is just around the corner – 13 days to be exact. At this time in two weeks, the four of us will be attempting a first night’s sleep in our rented apartment in Annecy. The anticipation is increasing by the minute and the plans are finally coming together. Almost five years since our last visit to France.
Yes, that’s right. In three days, Chloe has received 26 orders for her duct tape creations. Her nascent business is booming. I had to run out this evening to buy more supplies for my little entrepreneur.
In my previous blog post, I bragged about Chloe’s talent with duct tape crafts. Whether it be slippers, wallets, flower pen toppers or bookmarks, Chloe has great facility with the stuff.
Chloe has discovered duct tape. Not the silvery gray ugly kind that holds together broken crap, but the shiny multi-colored kind found in arts & crafts stores. Chloe has made wallets, flower-top pens, bookmarks, a bracelet, and most impressively, a pair of slippers.
My brother found this photo of a young Chloe playing with her cousin Lucy, the yellow lab. Evidently, Chloe was none too happy with her canine cousin, probably because Lucy stole the ball from her, started to chew on it, got it all goopy with her dog saliva and wouldn’t give it back.
Chloe has always been impatient. Those puffed-out 3-year old cheeks signify her complete and utter exasperation with a playmate who can’t talk to her and who hasn’t really mastered the art of sharing.
It’s an expression she still employs from time to time. She’s lost all of her toddler fat and her hair is a lot longer, but she’s still her. Still the Chloe who doesn’t like to cede control, even if it’s just of a ball.
Sophie had her first school play today, a contemporary version of “Charlotte’s Web” called “Charlotte’s Web Site.” Apparently, Charlotte the spider is now a very savvy social media wizard. I won’t bother to get into the specifics because the story didn’t make much sense. About the only thing I understood was that Charlotte retired to the beach instead of kicking the proverbial bucket.
No matter. Sophie and her class danced to the “Alphabet Boogie.” She was very proud to portray the letter ‘S’ like her name. By the way, Chloe astutely pointed out that the hats the kids wore represented computer mice.
We’ve gone from cold and rainy to hot and sticky in the space of just a few days. Summer arrived with a bang, leaving spring in the dust. In fact, we had no spring.
I spent some serious quality time with my little Sophie this weekend. Going on nausea-inducing rides with her yesterday at the boardwalk, taking her to see “Kung Fu Panda 2” on Saturday and to the diner for pancakes this afternoon, playing “Cut the Rope” on the iPad and pushing her on the swing. Lots of one-on-one Sophie moments.
We made our annual trek to Point Pleasant today. Sophie was in her one-track mind mode, wanting to play the “claw” game at the arcade, the one where the player tries to direct a metal claw to grab a toy. Last year, by some freak occurrence, Chloe actually won a huge stuffed cow in this manner, and the girls were convinced that they could win again.
