She’s sweet, she’s sassy, she’s insatiable, & she doesn’t miss ANYTHING.
“Aunt Sara? Why do you like this cereal?”
“Well, E, it’s tasty & full of fiber.”
“What’s fiber?”
“It’s something good for our bodies & it keeps our colons healthy.”
“What’s a colon?”
“Who wants to watch Sesame Street?”
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On Friday, my parents, the girls, & I went on an adventure. We loaded ourselves in the car and traveled to the west side of the city to basically go dumpster diving at the Goodwill. The Goodwill Outlet stores are a place to find some amazing things and it will only cost you $1.39 a pound. Two trips ago, I found this beautiful quilt.
I had taken a break from visiting this store because it’s in a really bad part of town. Most recently, there had been a shooting at the McDonalds that made the evening news & papers. I just couldn’t see myself going there on my own with a baby.
On this visit, my (police officer) dad found lots of great things for his little “side business” & my mom found some quilts in need of a little TLC. We shopped until Babycakes had a major meltdown and no amount of bagel chips could bring her happiness.
As we were leaving the parking lot, a group of “shoppers” walked slowly in the middle of the road and in front of my car. Officer Bob rolled down his window.
“Dad. No. Do you realize where we are? They don’t even speak English & their boyfriends might be packing. Roll up the window!!”
Scene avoided.
An hour later after we got home, my dad said, “Hey. Weren’t we just on Freedom Drive? That Wendy’s by the Goodwill got robbed this morning.” This is why we keep our mouths closed on the West side of town.
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That same day, we all stopped at the grocery store & sent my dad in for lunch items. While we waited in the car with a sleeping Babycakes, the voice from the backseat said…
“Look at those freakin’ doors. Those freakin’ doors are so weird.”
Mom: “Little E, please don’t say that. It’s really not nice.”
Little E: “Papa says it.”
Mom: “Maybe Papa needs to have his mouth washed out with soap to get out all those naughty words.”
Fast forward – Thirty minutes later.
Little E (to Papa): ”Papa, we need to wash your mouth out with soap so you don’t say bad words anymore.”
Papa: “Yeah, Papa doesn’t always say the right words.”
Little E: “Papa, yes, ’cause you say damn & stupid. Like, look at that damn thing or that stupid thing.”
Busted.
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Me with Little E when she was about 15 months old.
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Hee…hee! Kids repeat everything! My first grader must share everything!! When I went in to volunteer in my daughters class the teacher asked me how everyone was feeling…apparently my little gossiper had gone in and told her that everyone had such bad diarrhea…and that Grandma must be trying to kill us with her cooking!! Gotta love kids…and family!!