Yes, Kristen is right in her comment on the previous post. I've had a bunch of Flanneryisms just storing up. Now is the time and this is the place:
So, she was doing the little piggies on Richard's toes, "This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy went to childbirth class...."
Only MY daughter.
On that note, she was present for a childbirth class in the last month. I had drawn a sketch on a huge pad of newsprint and then had moved on to other things. The next thing we know, Flannery is behind me drawing something somewhat recognizable as bones and quietly teaching her dolls, "And this bone is connected to this bone and it moves like this, and that makes this bone do this" as she pointed with the sharpie.
The other day we were discussing Father's Day. Flannery finally interrupted us with, "Yes, but when is Daughter's Day?"
This morning I walked into the bathroom to find Flannery on the throne with about 8 or 10 balled up pieces of toiletpaper on the floor. My first response was somewhat horrified, and then I decided to actually ask her what had happened. She responded, "Oh. Those are my children and I was reading to them."
Duh.
That'll have to do until I have time to upload some photos.
So, she was doing the little piggies on Richard's toes, "This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home, this little piggy went to childbirth class...."
Only MY daughter.
On that note, she was present for a childbirth class in the last month. I had drawn a sketch on a huge pad of newsprint and then had moved on to other things. The next thing we know, Flannery is behind me drawing something somewhat recognizable as bones and quietly teaching her dolls, "And this bone is connected to this bone and it moves like this, and that makes this bone do this" as she pointed with the sharpie.
The other day we were discussing Father's Day. Flannery finally interrupted us with, "Yes, but when is Daughter's Day?"
This morning I walked into the bathroom to find Flannery on the throne with about 8 or 10 balled up pieces of toiletpaper on the floor. My first response was somewhat horrified, and then I decided to actually ask her what had happened. She responded, "Oh. Those are my children and I was reading to them."
Duh.
That'll have to do until I have time to upload some photos.