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When I went to pick up Anna yesterday, her teacher was talking about Easter. I was eaves dropping through the door. It went something like this:

Miss Mandy: So on Easter, we celebrate Jesus' Resurrection on Easter Sunday, which is really happy! But before that, something sad happens. Jesus died for us. Does anyone remember what day Jesus died on?

Kiddlet: Great Saturday?

Miss Mandy: Noooo.....close.

{silence}

Miss Mandy: Good.....

Kiddlet: EVENING!

So funny. So, as I was telling that story to someone later, Anna said, "Good Evening was me! It's really Good Friday, I just said that to be funny and make everyone laugh."

Already the class clown...heaven help us. :)

I am sorry Anna is late to pre-school today. We were filling out her March Madness bracket.

Nah - I didn't say it. It would have been TRUE - but I still didn't say it. For those that don't know, March Madness is the NCAA College Basketball playoffs. And even if you are a complete basketball moron, like myself, there is something really exciting and fast paced and fun about March Madness, so it's the only time that Curtis & I follow basketball. Your 'bracket' is basically a list of who you are betting on to win each game. Mine is usually about as accurate at a monkey throwing darts - but sometimes, I do surprisingly well. (Emphasis on "surprisingly".)

This morning, Anna filled out her first bracket. Such a proud parenting moment. It seems she may employ some of the same selection criteria that I do. Things like, "Which name is the most fun to say?" (That's why Gonzaga allllways goes a long way in my bracket.) Or things that make her giggle. (Like, everytime I say Duke, in my head I start singing, "Duke, Duke Duke, Duke of Earl, Duke Duke.").

She did have some creative strategy of her own though. If you follow the NCAA playoffs at all, you may have heard of the "5-12 upset". Well, Anna had her own ideas. She picked the 1-16 upset. In every region. Yeaaaahhhhh.....it could happen. Maybe. Hey, if it does - she will look like a genius! Right now, it looks like she has George Mason going all the way. GO GUNSTON!!!

What cruel twist of fate gave me a child who likes bugs. Well - some bugs. Usually, she screams like a ninny when she sees one, just like mom. But occasionally, she adopts them. ???

So far we have had ladybugs that lived in a gum ball machine plastic container for two months (those suckers will outlive the roaches at the apocalypse), worms that she played with at school (and one that she tried to rescue in the driveway this morning until I involuntarily shrieked "EEWW! Don't touch that!!!"), roly polly bugs that also lived in a gumball container (not nearly as hardy as the ladybugs, FYI)...and now, we have Mothy. (Catchy name, huh?)

So, the other night, the girl who usually yells "There is a BUG in my room! Come get it Daddy!!!" when a moth flys into her night light at night, decided that the tiny moth flying around the living room before bed was cute, and hence, dubbed him Mothy. She wanted to catch him, which I veto'd. (Hey, cut me some slack, I didn't realize the relationship was 'serious'.) So, alllllllll day yesterday, we heard a sad, mopey "I miss Mothy."

Admittedly, my level of sympathy waned as the day wore on. The abridged version went something like this:
"I miss Mothy."

Awww...I know, Sweetheart. I bet we'll find him later on tonight when he wakes up.

"I miss Mothy."

I know, but there is no reason to mope about it. We'll find him later.

"I miss Mothy."

I hear ya, but at some point yo have to cheer up and move on. It's a gorgeous day!

"I miss Mothy."


Anna - drop it. Lighten up.

"I miss Mothy."

Enough. I know you miss Mothy. We will find him later. In the mean time, quit being a grump.

"I miss Mothy."

One more mopey "I miss Mothy" and one of your loveys is having a time out. DROP IT.

"I miss Mothy."

Give me Sleepy Time Bear - NOW.

I'll admit, it wasn't my finest hour (or nine hours), but hey, the girl can wear you down. :) So, she eventually let it go, stopped moping, I gave Sleepy Time Bear back at bedtime...all was well. Fast forward to shutting down the house before bed...Anna has been asleep for a few hours. Curtis and I worked until about 10 before we stopped and ate stale nachos for dinner and watched American Idol on Tivo. I shut the light off in the kitchen and something in the window caught my eye. It's a note, propped up in the window, facing outside.
It reads, "Dear Mothy, Please come back. Love, Anna. I love you."


OK, so now we both feel like schmucks. We spent the next 15 minutes searching the house for a moth to catch, so she wouldn't be disappointed in the morning. Nada. Mothy has gone into hiding.

So, this morning, Anna comes to snuggle with me in bed. She is saying that she misses Mothy, and I tell her that Daddy and I saw him flying around downstairs last night (which we did - we just didn't know we had to catch him at that point). So, I tell her that I'm sure we'll find Mothy today.

A few seconds later, she says. "Hey! I think that's Mothy!" Where, I ask? "On your nightgown!" I'll be damned if the freaking little moth wasn't sitting on the front of my shirt. (And, be proud - I didn't even scream.) He flitted right off of me and landed on her leg, and then sat there while she talked to him about 'finding her note'. Unreal. So, meet our new pet - Mothy.

...I first heard of it in a sound bite that was circling the internet a few years back. This morning, she did something that made me search it out and listen again. Yup...she has "The Knack". (<----Click the link to listen to it)

So worth watching. This is a lot of the same philosophy that I try to live by - but sometimes easier said than done. Very wise words...

...but not for the pre-school crowd. It DID make me laugh though. Thanks, Marty. :)

I was shopping at the local supermarket where I selected: A half-gallon of 2% milk, A carton of eggs, A quart of orange juice, Ahead of romaine lettuce, A 2 lb. can of coffee, and A 1 lb. package ofbacon. As I was unloading my items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk standing behind me watched as I placed the items in front of the cashier. While the cashier was ringing up the purchases, the drunk calmly stated,'You must be single.'

I was a bit startled by this proclamation, but I was intrigued by the derelict's intuition, since I was indeed single. I looked at the six items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about my selections that could have tipped off the drunk to my marital status.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I said: 'Well, you know what, you're absolutely right. But how on earth did you know that?'

The drunk replied, 'Cause you're ugly.'

The Mothers Club Talent Show was a blast this year. It was Anna's first year to 'perform' and she had two acts. Very cute...