Ununschool

 We've done spelling, reading comprehension, and now math.  School starts next week; apparently someone missed that memo!

Goals

 Me:  Be careful!  The wedding is tomorrow!

C:  Flower girls don't have big fat lips!

Me:  They do if they get hit in the mouth with a swing the night before!

C (eyes glinting):  Ooooooh!

This could be a long night!  Starting to think that early bedtime is in order!

A Serious Injury

 We went on a hike yesterday along the Niagara gorge, and at one point C fell pretty hard.  This conversation took place tonight at bedtime.

C:  Momma, my arm still hurts.

Me:  Does it?

C:  Yes.  And my knee.

Me:  I'm sorry to hear that.

C:  Momma?

Me:  Yes?

C:  I think I've broken my pizzazz.

(Don't worry, internet friends, I think it's only sprained.  Surely if C broke her pizzazz, the world would have tipped on its axis.)

We Are Fo Nun

C is enjoying Runny Babbit (Shel Silverstein), but is seriously disappointed that we didn't give her a name that can be runny-babbited.

We are so inconsiderate.