Last night during a craft involving an errant egg carton that kept wandering off, the little voice in my head said the following (asterisked material indicates tone):
She's watched a fair bit of Star Wars in her time. I like to raise them on the classics.
The other thing I noticed the other day that I love about my child is that sometimes I'll walk into a room I haven't seen for a while, and find a little origami frog standing sentinel. Nothing equals that in the universe.
I watched Stranger than Fiction (for my list purposes) - although watched is kind of a strong, committed verb. I more listened while I focused on other important tasks. I still stopped for some of my favorite parts. The moment when he stutters during an apology on the bus (and correctly pronounces the word "ogled" in an everyday convo) and the moment when he chases his baker-lady-love down the street and presents her with flours. Thus winning her. Glorious.
*funny little girl voice* Come here you egg carton
*dark sinister whisper* and meet your DESTINY....
*dark sinister whisper* and meet your DESTINY....
She's watched a fair bit of Star Wars in her time. I like to raise them on the classics.
The other thing I noticed the other day that I love about my child is that sometimes I'll walk into a room I haven't seen for a while, and find a little origami frog standing sentinel. Nothing equals that in the universe.
I watched Stranger than Fiction (for my list purposes) - although watched is kind of a strong, committed verb. I more listened while I focused on other important tasks. I still stopped for some of my favorite parts. The moment when he stutters during an apology on the bus (and correctly pronounces the word "ogled" in an everyday convo) and the moment when he chases his baker-lady-love down the street and presents her with flours. Thus winning her. Glorious.
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