If I do say so myself, I'm pretty good at creating some very random posts on this blog. I even have a label for it. In my world, random happens.
This Memorial Day weekend was fantabulous. I couldn't have planned a better one if I'd tried. The part that makes me smile today, though, wasn't the first ever family bike ride or the spousally-condoned shopping spree or the impromptu construction of a combination bench/picnic table. Nope... it was M2 and her wandering thoughts.
Apparently her brain has skipped ahead a week and decided it's already out of school. Ergo, nothing that comes out of her mouth is required to make sense.
Some of the more memorable quotes of the weekend:
[after naming a stuffed baby kangaroo Ava and deciding it's female]
Her: "Do you want to hold him?"
Me: "Didn't you say Ava was a girl?"
Her: "I was using a very common voice. Herrrrrr-m. Her-m."
[she is inventing a game in the driveway that involves rocks and a stick]
Her: "This game is called scuba diving. It's a very express game. I have to sevens and eights."
Me: [pause] "What?"
Her: [looks at me impatiently] "I have to push these rocks around with the stick to win."
Me: "Oh... right."
[after I hear two consecutive massive thuds emanating from her room post-bedtime]
Me: "Are you jumping off your bed?"
Her: "No. I'm rolling off. I'm rolling onto my squishy pad!"
Me: "Squishy pad?"
Her: "All my blankets on the floor because my bed is falling and I won't sleep in it."
She's slept on the floor the last two nights. I'm not arguing, though. She's at least sleeping in her room without a massive tantrum. It's the little things, really. Disjointed thoughts FTW!