Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Goonies and plaid pants

So i've been meaning to tell these stories for a while. I'm a slacker and keep procrastinating, hoping in part maybe that something exciting will happen for me to write about. But alas, these are the most writable things in the last couple weeks, assuming not everyone wants to know every detail about my wedding plans or every single thing that comes out of my child's mouth (though it's all amazing & brilliant).

But I will tell one story about her. We were visiting my friend and her family in the hospital where her dad had just had heart surgery. My friend, babyla and I were sitting in the room coloring. Babyla picks up a greenish yellow crayon and says, "this looks like chartreuse!" My friend and her mom looked at me with big eyes, totally impressed I;m sure by the fact that a 3-year-old knows what chartreuse is. Unfortunately, I could not take the credit for this. Rather, I must tip my hat, nod, whatever to Joe on Blues Clues. TV does do something for our kids! Thanks, Donovan Patton!

OK, so this next incident is totally all me. A group of us went to see A Nightmare Before Christmas in 3D. FH and I were the last to get there, so we were on the end of the row next to ATeam. There were maybe 8-10 other peeps there. So before the movie starts I stand up to look down the row to see who else was there. Next to one guy was a girl I had never met before. The guy (let's call him... Ben. Sounds like a good name!) calls to me, "This is my!" I paused, waiting for him to follow with something like friend, coworker, cousins, something! When nothing was forthcoming, I said, "Your what?" He said, "No, My!" I said, realizing he must be telling me her name, "Mia?" "No," he said, "Mai!" Ahhh. I said hi to Mai (who's apparently from Vietnam and is one of those friendly tiny beautiful people that you automatically want to be friends with, if only to up your public image). I imagine the people in the rows around us had fun with my brain fart.

So that's about it. We have had no instances of any poop eating, which is reassuring.

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