Today, Corinne and I went to the park before we had to pick up Henry and Svea. She got a blue pop.
Which makes her tongue blue.
And her teeth.
Henry woke up this morning facing Class Picture Day. So he took the hair that stands up from the cowlick and he cut it. To the nub. So now there are spikes in the cowlick. Happy picture day.
LATER, he wanted to watch You Tube videos of self defense moves.
While Henry is watching how to get out of a bear hug and then chop a board in half, Svea wanted her fingernails and toenails painted black...for her field trip tomorrow to hear the Alabama Symphony.
Don't judge me. Or her. I thought of you, Barbara Josenhans.
So then I'm painting this dog I bought at the thrift store. I know, don't judge me.
Henry said it looked like a map.
So I asked, a map of what?
He said, a map of Asia to Montgomery.
So I said, should I tell Uncle Johnnie about that?
He thought and thought...and then said, NO. I wouldn't want to put that kind of pressure on Uncle Johnnie.
THAT'S MY KID.
And so is this one. Showing her blue tongue, AGAIN: