Holidays and conversation

One should never forget that kids have their own ways of looking at things.

For example, Ryan came up to me last night, wondering if you go to school on holidays.  I wasn't quite sure what he was getting at, so I asked him to repeat himself.  "It depends on what holiday,"  I said. 

He asked, "Halloween?" 

I started laughing.  "Nope, baby, Halloween doesn't count as a no-school holiday." 

His hopes were dashed.  I didn't see that one coming.  I must be losing my touch.

Audrey has become our little conversationalist, moral monitor, and all around talker.  She talks.  Alot.

(Don't know where she gets that from.)

I went to pick her up at school yesterday, and she's chatting me up on the way to the car, something about "super starving" and "Daddy lunch." 

Okay, I admit it.  She talks sooo much, sometimes I tune her out.  I'm not a bad Mommy, I just need to hear myself think.  It keeps me from swerving in traffic.

"I think Daddy's busy, but we can find out for sure."  I called him and handed her the phone.

"Hi, Daddy.  It's me, Audrey.  Do you think that when you are done with the busy, you can meet us for lunch?  I'm super starving!"

I could hear Mr W laughing as she handed me the phone back.

"The busy?"  He starts laughing again. 

He did meet us for lunch.  

I think I'll let her make all my calls from here on out.

I'm sure it would go over well with my boss.