I just put the girls down for bed, and Miss A obviously doesn't think she's ready (she is- through a terrible mistake on my part she stayed up until 12:30 last night). Here are some of the questions I got:
What's inside our nose? Way down deep.
Where do snots come from?
Where are we moving after Florida?
Why is water good for our bones?
This water bottle doesn't have any ice.
Why do we have to stay in heaven for a long time?
I don't want to get resurrected. I just want to go to the circus.
And on and on and on....
Saturday, June 4, 2011
The girls will all go kind of crazy. Daddy had to go play soldier in Texas for eight days, and we're all finding it a bit hard to cope. Miss M repeatedly asks "Daddy still in Textas?" and Miss A comes in to my room several times a night to tell me about her bad dreams. At least I think she does. I'm never really coherent enough to make sense of what's happening. We have tried to stay busy and do fun things- Friday we went to the beach with friends, and today we attended a Pirate Festival. Tonight, in keeping with the girl's-only theme, we painted all our toenails and watched a fluffy musical. But nothing seems to really do the trick. Miss A kept asking "Why are they all singing?" and "Why are they dancing again?" She must have inherited her father's genes...
Posted by Janette at 10:11 PM