Final Farewell

Over the last few months Emma and I have had this conversation a couple times. The most recent was yesterday. It always goes like this:

Me: Bye, Em. I love you; be good for Dad.
Emma: Goodbye, Mom. I will always love you. You are the best mom I have ever had. I will never forget you.
(awkward silence)
Me: Um, thanks. I sure hope you never forget me. You do know that I am coming back, right?
Emma: Yes, I just want you to know that I won't ever forget you and I will think about you for the rest of my life.
Me: Uh, okay.

IQ Test

Mom: Mia stop sucking your thumb.
Mia: How did you know?
Mom: I am a genius.
Mia: As much of a genius as me?
Mom: Sure... but you are pretty smart.
Mia: I am. Can you count to 100?
Mom: yes
Mia: Can you count to 2,000?
Mom: yes
Mia: Can you count to 100 100 1000?
Mom: That is not a number.
Mia: Oh, can you count to 99,000?
Mom: yes
Mia: whoa. Do you know what 5+5 is?
Mom: yes.
Mia: Do you know how tall a two story house is?
Mom: ha, ha yes.
Mia: Do you know how tall a tree is?
Mom: yes
Mia: Do you know how tall a branch on a tree is?
Mom: yes
Mia: Do you know how tall my picture of the cat in the hat is without looking?
Mom: yes, I think it is about two feet tall.
Mia: No, it isn't.
(Later, when we got out of the car.)
Mom: HA! It is two feet.

Gotcha!

Friday, Mia came out of her kindergarten class and excitedly told me "Mom, I love you!!" ... "April Fools! Ha, Ha!!"

Wormalina and the Lady...Bug

Mia came out of her kindergarten class a couple days ago with a brown paper bag. She excitedly told me that she was bringing home Wormalina! I called her Wormalinda and was corrected. I looked in the bag and found dirt, rocks, and grass. I told Mia that maybe we should let Wormalina stay at school so she could be with her family. Mia said she had made Wormalina a new family. I looked in the bag again and saw tiny strips of paper cut out in the shape of worms and colored in. I said that Wormalina would die if we kept her in the bag. Mia said she planned to let her out at home. I had a few more objections, but she had already thought up an answer to each. I convinced her to let Wormalina go. She had to pick the exact right spot to dump her out.

Then that same day, Emma came home with a plastic water bottle filled with dirt, grass, and a ladybug. I pointed out that ladybugs eat other bugs, which Emma hadn't included in the bottle. Emma didn't mind letting the ladybug die in the bottle, so the next day I let the ladybug out. When Emma got home she got really angry with Justin. I intervened just in time.