Song

My girl sang in church the other day.  In front of people.

People.

You know...the kind that look at you and sit quietly and attentively while you sing.  


Well, not actually while you sing and definitely not while I sing, but while S sings.

She wants to be a singer.  Or at least, she wants to "sing for free in churches".

And she wants to get paid to be an artist.  She said, "I think I could get paid for both, cuz I'm good at them, but I think I will sing for free."

And so, she started her singing-for-free career a couple of weeks ago.

Brave girl, we are proud of you.  Especially because you are the one who has "I answered people when they talked to me" on your star chart, because you don't always like to open your mouth.

And yet, somehow, amazingly and against my glossophobic (how'd ya like THAT word!?) judgment, our girl sang.

Roosters

The kids were eating chicken nuggets today.  S said, "Mom, are chicken nuggets REAL chicken?"  I said, "Yep", and B quickly threw his nugget down, and said, in (nervous robot voice), "Mom!  Why do we call them chicken peenies (Foisy word for boy parts)!"

"We don't," I said, "We call them chicken nuggets." 

"But, MOM, why do we call 'em chicken PEENIES!"  

And the question and answer went on and on, with me trying to figure out where he was going and him not giving me any more information (as usual with this boy).  

I told him to stop asking the question, unless he could give me some reason he was asking.  

He sat there about five minutes, silent, and finally said, "Why did Papa tell M to get off his nuggets when they were wrestling the other day?!" 

And I died laughing, because the boy connected that, and thought he must be eating chicken penises!

No wonder the intensity in his quest for answers!