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Tattletales. (Mouths of babes)

Consider, if you will, the life cycle of an 8-year-old

May 15, 2009 · 28 comments

Sophie: I’ve read every one of my chapter books. Me: Oh, I don’t know about that. Sophie: (eye roll, disgusted sigh) CONSIDER MY LIFE CYCLE. Read, read, read, sleep. Read, read, read, eat, read, read, sleep. Read, school, read, eat, sleep, read, read, read. Me: Your LIFE CYCLE. Can I write that down? Sophie: (eye [...]

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Oh yes she di-id

May 6, 2009 · 9 comments

Last night: S: Oh no you DIH-INT. H: OH YES I DIH-ID. S: Oh no you DIH-INT. H: OH YES I DIH-ID. S: No you dih-int ’cause I SAW-AW you. H: OH YES I DIH-ID ‘CAUSE YOU DIH-INT SAW ME! S: I know you cah-ant. H: OH YES I CAH-AN. S: [turns to me, quizzical [...]

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Warrior Dork

March 15, 2009 · 25 comments

“I’m a dork,” I said to Sophie.

“You’re not a dork,” she said kindly. “You’re just weird.”

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Flitimticess

March 1, 2009 · 27 comments

But the girls scowl and frown.
Little Mother Superiors, they remind me
that they are not the best daughters
or the most wonderful little girls
in the world.

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Face it

February 17, 2009 · 20 comments

Hattie B gets her hair cut: bangs! Big excitement. We get home. She wanders around, looking for a mirror. Success! I hear her: There’s my little face. I like that little face.

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Bedtime postcard

January 31, 2009 · 8 comments

Bedtime was beautiful! Wish you were there! Why weren’t you there? Uttered last night: 1. So you’re saying the Bible LIED. 2. Nobody loves me not even the animals. Everybody hates me. EVEN PRESIDENT BAMA. 3. I gave you this germ so you should hate me. No, you should. You should HATE me. 4. Is [...]

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You have to laugh sometime

January 24, 2009 · 30 comments

My mom and Hattie held up their masterpiece: a drawing of a squiggly snake, a necklace and a shocked-looking girl’s face, plus a few letters.

“Hannah came up with this one,” said Mom.

“Ah,” I said.

Sophie and I worked hard to decipher it. If I understood it correctly, it translated roughly to “SNAKES ARE NOT PRETTY AND NO SOPHIE I WANT MOMMY TO FIGURE IT OUT NO SOPHIE STOP LOOKING AT THE SNAKE.”

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Xio expects X-rays and xylophones

December 11, 2008 · 37 comments

I lie with Sophie under her pink butterflies.

She finishes her homework, with its

page of penmanship practice.

Xio expects xylophones.

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Van Gogh: Part II

December 2, 2008 · 29 comments

“Kid,” I say, “it’s a GIFT that I don’t give you everything you want. People who are given everything they WANT never have a reason to go out in the world and find their own happiness. They aren’t prepared to face challenges. You’ll thank me someday.”

She scowls, then goes back to reading. I close my eyes.

“What’s ‘trials’?”

I open my eyes and take a look at the sentence. Ah. Perfect.

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D-I-S-T-U-R-B-E-D, in the nicest way

September 28, 2008 · 13 comments

Hired and fired in the same night, by some very odd little creatures.

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