Last week, while Hadley was waiting for her ballet class to start (Harper’s class is first), she and I wrote notes to each other. She started it.
I’ve found that if you’re going to tell a joke, get the word right. Otherwise, people are going to think you’re from the midwest and you’re really thirsty.
Well, at least she “nodiced” the mistake.
I’ve never been good with numbers, but if they’re close to words, I can usually keep up.
Isn’t that a cute hen? That’s as good as the art gets, folks.
Look at her asking me about my work. We were just talking about poop and now look where we are.
What do you think of my definition of a rough draft? I didn’t have a textbook near me or anything!
Hmmm….I think I need to work on that one a bit.
Because you’d rather talk about poop then my writing? That’s fine. That’s juuuuust fine.
OMG so cute. “Pop” was especially cute–and hilarious–being from the Midwest and all. And we call our grandpa “Pop” so I was totally rolling w the post it about Pop.
Will you be at AWP??!
I grew up in Chicago and still say “pop.” I say it more to get a reaction out of people.
I wish I could go to AWP, but I leave for Whidbey next week (second residency!!!!) and didn’t think I could swing more than two weeks away. Are you going? It sounds fantastic!
i cannot believe what a child genius hadley is… i love that she wrote a note to tell you it’s her last note. and that she labeled her mistake. and of course that the first note was all about poop just to get you going… what awesome girls you have. must get it from their mama.
She’s a clever one, that kid. But I don’t think she got it from me. I think those brains come from the Feyen side, although her dance moves are oddly familiar.
Great explanation on the essay. And nice nails.
Why thank you, Miss Shani. That would be ELF nail polish in hot pink. Go get you some.
I am disappointed. I so wanted you to tell us that by the time a child is in kindergarten the interest in scatological humor has passed.
Sorry, Anita. It only gets worse.