1. A friend of my husbands sent this video to him. What more do you need than a camera, a lightsaber, and a future academy award winning actress? Well, a roll of toilet paper doesn't hurt. This video stars his friend and his daughter.

   
   

2. We had an extra child today after school, so she tagged along for Meelie's gymnastics practice. This is one of the conversations I overheard.

   Miss K: I am from Philadelphia!
   Meelie: I can tell because of your French accent.
   

3. Miss K asked me this question: Who was God's mommy? This is the type of question that puts me between a rock and a hard place. I don't know what her parents believe, and I don't want to step on any toes. I side-stepped around it as best I could, and was relieved when Meelie chimed in with "Oh Mom! I forgot to tell you. Mrs. D. made me sit out at recess." When I asked her why she replied, "because I kept burping during Math." Obviously, this will be a topic of discussion during the bedtime routine. And to think, I wanted girls because they were so feminine and delicate. Slap me now. It will prevent me from banging my head on the wall.
4. My kids and I have a pretty open dialogue about sex and the "Lord love a duck, you are so not dating until you are 30" type thing. Last night, I was cuddled up to Chickie, drifting off into a deep slumber when she asked me "Mom, what's an abortion?" Needless to say, it was a while before we went to sleep. (Dad, you probably want to stop reading here) On a side note here, I've always tried to use the real words involved, like "vagina" and "penis" when talking about puberty and such. I kid you not, I used to practice in front of a mirror so I could say the words without blushing or feeling faint. There are times when I think the whole openness thing I have created is coming back to bite be on the butt. You think I'm uncomfortable telling Meelie's friend about who God's mommy was? How do you think I feel when I overhear Chickie say to one of her friends, "Come on, let's ask my mom. She'll explain to you what Mrs. S. means about birth control." I went and hid in the bathroom.
5. Only my children would think that Chicken and Dumplings was a 5 star meal. I'd never made them before, and it did turn out really good, considering I really didn't know what I was doing. Mmmmmm....leftovers. (Chickie likes it! She really likes it!)

And that, my dear internets, is all I'm saying about that. See you tomorrow. Same bat time, same bat channel!

PS: Dear Mom, only 5 more get-ups!