My oldest daughter is a last-minute, make it in the nick of time, always in a rush due to poor planning, sort of person.
I hate when my kids take after me.
I was driving her to work. A typical ride with Mom turns into a gripping the sides of your seat frenetic adventure.
But not this morning.
I went over my daughter’s weekly spelling words with her to be sure she knew their meanings. Most were easy, but some, like ascertain, required an explanation. Others I pointed to and asked, “Do you know what this word means?”
“Yes.”
“And this one?”
“Yes.”
“Let me tell you what this one means.”
“I know what cleanliness means!” she said.
“Based on the state of your room, I don’t think you do,” I countered.
She grinned sheepishly.
Alphabet puppy looking so sweet and innocent.
Joe has a dog toy with alphabet buttons along its back. When you hit one of the letters, it says the letter name and gives an example of a word beginning with that letter.
For instance, if you hit the D you’d hear, “D, dog.”
If you hit two letters rapidly, you get odd results. Read the rest of this entry
My younger two girls decided to dress as tourists, complete with hats, purses, and a camera. Interesting, I thought.
Then one gave me a bright smile and said, “We’re robbing a museum! We’ve got our ninja clothes on underneath.” She lifted her pant leg to show me her black pants. “We packed gloves to cover our fingerprints, and I’ve got ninja stars in my purse.”
The younger daughter pulled out a toy phone. “And I’ve got this to communicate with!”
They set toys up around the room to pretend to steal. Read the rest of this entry
Writing and Martial Arts 