Sophie is jealous of the letter ‘e’. Because it’s more common than the letter ‘s’ and her name starts with ‘s’. For a few minutes earlier this evening, as she was writing a note to one of her teachers, she realized that the sentence contained more Es than Ss. She was inconsolable. Seriously, tears and everything. Not the crocodile kind, but the real kind.
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Making Music
Keep your finger on the volume button after you press play. The girls loved this work of art at Grounds for Sculpture the other day. It gave me a headache, but I plugged my ears and smiled as they banged away at the chimes.
A Chloe Poem
I get out of bed
Sleep still in my head
Going downstairs to eat
Prickles in my feet
Then I take a shower
Still feeling sour
I give a kiss to Teddy
Finally I am ready.
Grounds for Sculpture!
A beautiful spring day at a beautiful sculpture garden.
It doesn’t get better than this!
Trou d’uc!
Chloe has really enjoyed playing card games with her aunt. She taught her French aunt how to play Spit, and her French aunt taught her how to play “Bataille Corse” and “President,” which is fondly known as “Trou d’uc” (a**hole in English).
You can imagine how much Chloe enjoys “Trou d’uc” for its English translation. She cracks herself up every time she says the phrase out loud. Only problem is that she’s forgetting that a**hole is a prohibited word, unless it’s used by her mom or dad.
But no mind. She loves the new games. But she still hates losing – and she’s lost a lot over the last couple of days. What saves her from making a completely clown of herself when she loses, however, is that as soon as we yell “Trou d’uc,” or better yet, “asshole!” she laughs. And laughs. And she’s no longer angry. At least not until she loses again.
Sandwiches on Pizza Day
Wednesdays are pizza days at Sophie’s pre-K. Every Wednesday, since the start of the school year, Sophie has had pizza for lunch. It’s great for me, because that’s one less sandwich I need to prepare.
When I got home earlier, however, Sophie emphatically announced that I need to pack her a sandwich on Wednesdays. “But Wednesday is pizza day,” I explained. “I know,” she replied, rolling her eyes and sticking her head out to let me know how ridiculous I was being. “So, I don’t understand. If Wednesday is pizza day, why do you need a sandwich?” “BECAUSE!” I told her that I was confused and she rolled her eyes again.
I give up. She doesn’t intend to eat both pizza and a sandwich – she told me so. And I don’t think it’s just to be safe, because I’ve never forgotten to give her the pizza money. I graduated Phi Beta Kappa from college and magna cum laude from law school. So much for higher ed. I have no idea what the hell she’s talking about. I’m going to try to resolve the mystery before next Wednesday, but I’m not holding out hope. Kids and logic just don’t mix.
Getting to Know Your Cousin
Chloe and her cousin, Romain, are very compatible. It’s fantastic when they play together because there’s very little yelling. Why is that, you ask?
Language barriers can be a great thing. Chloe speaks fractured French, and Romain knows about two words of English. There’s only so much disagreement that can occur when you are unable to fluently express your discontentment. I’m loving it.
All kidding aside, however, Chloe, Sophie and Romain are having a terrific time together. Romain is gentle with Sophie (whose flirting talents increase every day), and the fact that Chloe is a bit of a tomboy and willing to wrestle with her cousin is definitely a big plus.
We really need to seriously consider sending Chloe to France next summer. When the French side of our family is here, she makes a good effort to speak in French. Imagine what a few weeks living among the frogs would do for her bi-culturalism!
Pillow Fight a la Francaise
Chloe and Sophie very much enjoyed the first day of our French cousin’s visit. So much so that they had several pillow fights throughout the day. This highlight reel depicts their first battle, which took place earlier this morning. I do not doubt that there will be many more battles to come over the next week. Pillows, beware!
Bone-Bone and Sophie
Bone-Bone has recently become Sophie’s favorite stuffed animal. It used to be Shirley the lamb, and although Sophie still loves her and Shirley and Bone-Bone are the best of friends, Bone-Bone is the ONE. She loves him so much, she dressed him in a pink tutu.
Sophie brings Bone-Bone almost everywhere with her. Unless we warn her that a particular excursion is not Bone-Bone friendly. And she’ll do her best to convince us otherwise, but we generally hold our ground. Because we know how absolutely devastating it would be if Bone-Bone were to disappear.
In a little while, Chloe, Sophie and Papa are going to the airport to pick up my sister-in-law and nephew who are visiting from France. Sophie is prepared. She’s bringing Bone-Bone with her. She’s also bringing Shirley so Bone-Bone doesn’t get lonely, and her towel (a burp cloth that’s as old as she is) for extra comfort. Lucky animals.
A Panoply of Poems by Chloe
“Starry Night”
The burnt tree, the tree of skies.
The tree most rather despise.
The village of poor.
Never acknowledged before.
In the night the most wonderful sight.
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“Field of Poppies”
The poppies of light meant to be bright
The emptiness of the field
The stillness, like a shield
Made to be peace
Let the trapped silence cease.
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Sleep, ahhhh
Dreams, good
Pillows, fluffy
Bed, made
Teeth, brushed
Lights, off
Zzzzzzzzz
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Hiccups are annoying
They really are
I wish they’d stop
I do not like them
Not one bit
Stop, stop, stop!
Hiccup, hiccup, hiccup
UGH!
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Bees. Buzz. Prick. Sting. Blood.
Bump. Hurts. Ouch.