Chloe saved Sophie from herself when Sophie, your average, literal 6-year old, wanted to name her stuffed unicorn “Horny.” Chloe burst out laughing when she heard the name and suggested to her little sister that the name would be a little challenging for the unicorn to carry.
Category Archives: Good for a Laugh
A Day of Support
Today was a very momentous day for Chloe. Without going into too many details, we went shopping for some back-to-school clothes. She tried out a new store, Delia’s, which she liked quite a bit, and we walked away with a bag full of jeans and t-shirts. Chloe has grown a couple of inches in the last few months and will probably hit five feet by next year.
Maybe I Don’t Have to Worry Too Much, Yet
In yesterday’s post, I fretted over the stupid things the girls might do as teenagers, just a few too short years away (at least in Chloe’s case). But I received a photo of Chloe today that assuaged my fears and made me think that maybe sleep won’t completely elude me over the next couple of years.
Things to Keep Me Up at Night
We had a work outing this evening, and my young co-workers started to list all of the crazy things they did in high school and college (which wasn’t so long ago for them). Which got me thinking. About all the things I’m going to worry about as Chloe and Sophie hit the terrible teens. I don’t think I’m going to get a good night’s sleep for the next 15 years. Here’s a preliminary list of the top two:
I Hear Things, I Figure Things Out
Chloe just announced with a big grin that a kid on her bus found a condom in his backpack. Forget for now why a 10-year old boy would have a condom in his backpack. He probably has an older brother or something.
When we asked her if she even knew what a condom was, she replied with another funny grin, “it’s what a dude puts on his thing to do you know what with a girl.” Don’t you love the euphemisms? When I then asked her how she knew what a condom was, she replied, “I hear things. I figure things out. I know things.” Chloe’s omniscient.
We’ve always been open with her about sex, body parts and other stuff. But it’s still amazing to me that she knows what a condom is. “Eventually you learn things,” she sagely says. “Like an elephant. You eventually learn what an elephant is. I didn’t have to ask you. I figured it out by myself. Or like mathematics.” Leave it to her to use the word ‘mathematics’ instead of ‘math.”
Ten years old going on 20. Woe is me.
The Magnetic Electricity Generator
I’ve been alluding to the infamous “science fair project” in my recent blog postings, promising to recount all of the sordid details that went into the production of this 4th grade scientific masterpiece. Here goes.
Aging
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I don’t know where the past year has gone. Actually, I do have an inkling of where the past year has gone (work, work, work), but I can’t believe that we’re approaching the end of 2010.
What Does ‘Inappropriate’ Mean?
We were talking about the movie “Avatar” at dinner (in the context of a more general discussion of the quality of 3D movies) and Sophie expressed an interest in seeing it because she’s interested in anything that Chloe does.
I Don’t Like the Letter ‘E’
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.
Snow and Zygotes
First, the snow. The snow fell and fell. All day yesterday. All through the night. Until about 3 o’clock this afternoon. At least 15 inches. Probably more.
The girls could barely walk in the pile of white stuff. Sophie struggled mightily to remain standing. But boy did they have fun. The photo below also depicts the freaky French snowman (in a semi-melted state) I described the other day.