So, I was going to be worried about her reading the comics where I do mushrooms and pot cookies but then I realized I live in Oregon and that’s just a check box on medical surveys. There are the “goth” clubs I went to in my 20’s and it’s just occurring to me that she’ll be in her 20’s in, like, 15 years which SHOULD feel like a long time but I’m OLD so it does NOT feel like enough time to grapple with this realization.
Gift bags with helium balloons from birthday parties are the preferred weapon of choice.
The Viv only wants the whole cucumber. Liz likes the hand me down clip on ties from her cousin and Pikachu Onesie.
And apparently, it was full of neon. At least, according to today’s style, it was. I remember corduroy and plastic hair clips. I did have some teal and yellow high tops and Transformer velcro shoes. We had a trampoline and they hadn’t invented the covers for the springs yet (or at least, we didn’t have any) and a visiting kid did land face first into the springs and a rusty hook did cut her face and she had to get three stitches. Because it was the eighties.
We used MathTango and Endless ABC’s as iPad games to potty train. (sit on the potty and play on the iPad) She was reading sentences before kindergarten. This is mind boggling to me considering I didn’t start reading until second grade. She’s six and thanks to the Hack Packs from Crunchlabs is working on breadboards…. I don’t even know what that is.
Lately her imaginary friend is Naruto. She saw an episode at a noodle restaurant with the sound off. We won’t let a 6 year old watch it just yet.
She did go for the english muffins instead but she didn’t like them last time we got them.
except we have a kid now who uses cleaning up as a stalling tactic and it fucking works.
And I change into pajama pants when I put the kids to bed. Also, I drew the comic wrong. It’s late! I wanna go to bed! Tomorrow I’ll have Liz draw the comic and I’ll go to bed at 7:30pm.
