Wednesday, December 26, 2007

 

Did I Do This To My Mother?

Some recent conversations with four year old Bekah:

On the alphabet

“Mommy, is S in the ABC’s?”

“Yes”

“No it’s not. Listen, A B C D E F G H I J K ELLEMENOPEE Q R X T U V W X Y AND Z”

“S comes after R”

“No it doesn’t. X does.”

“Honey, there are few things in life that I am certain about. This is one of them. S is in the alphabet”.

“No it’s not”.

OK.


On Hanukkah

“Mommy, Kyle doesn’t celebrate Christmas.”

“He doesn’t? How come?”

“I don’t know. Do you know?”

“I bet it is because he is a different religion. Maybe Muslim, or Buddhist or Jewish. Probably he celebrates Hanukah.”

“Yes! That is what he celebrates – Hanukah. But we can call it Christmas.”

“No, you can’t call it Christmas. It is different than Christmas.”

“I can call it Christmas if I want to.”

“That is true. But it is like calling Normandy a cat. You can call her a cat, but really, she is a dog”.

“NO! you can call it Christmas. They said so on Blues Clues”

What?

On lesbians:

Our conventional family is probably in the minority. We have single parent families, grandparents raising their grandchildren, adopted kids, step parents, and, of course, same sex couples raising children. The girls are so used to families that look different than ours that it doesn’t even faze them.

Recently, however, we played with one playmate whose two mommies are quite masculine.

On the way home, Bekah asked, “Mommy, why is Pat’s mom a boy?”

“She isn’t a boy, Honey. She is a girl.”

“No she isn’t. Her hair is like a boy’s and her clothes are like a boy’s”.

“Trust me sweetie. She is a girl”.

“No she isn’t. You don’t know!”

Sigh.


Saturday, December 08, 2007

 

More On Sleep

So, one odd thing about me (or at least Dave thinks it is odd) is that I like to fall asleep to the sound of the television. My favorite sleep-falling show is “Snapped”, but anything on Biography usually does the trick. I turn the TV on, roll over and fall asleep.

Last night, I must have fallen asleep between turning the TV on and turning to channel 275 because when I woke up three hours later, Saturday Night Live was on.

Yes, it was a little after midnight, Dave was downstairs, SNL was on and there was Lexie, sitting in the middle of my floor, sucking on her pacifier and watching Destiny’s Child perform.

Crap.

Now she is going to come to my bed every night and ask me to turn on the TV. I know she will.

Either that or she’ll start saying “Maaakin copies” all the time.

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