Cat puke

With a title like that, is anyone actually reading this post?

Yesterday, a realtor scheduled a showing for our house, so we had to abandon it early in the morning.  When we left, everything was perfectly clean and in order. When we came back, there was cat puke in the middle of the living room.  I wonder if it happened before, or after the showing?  Or worse, during?

Then this morning, Mike walked into the living room early while it was still shadowy and hard to see clearly.  There were some duplos scattered around the floor, and he reached down to pick one up that was in the doorway.  At least he thought it was a duplo, but he was surprised to discover it was squishy.  Cat puke.

Twins and queens

Noah was helping me take the cold sheets off my bed and put on the fleece ones.  He asked, "Why do your sheets come with two pillowcases and mine only comes with one?  I'm the one with a TWIN size bed.  Shouldn't I get TWO pillowcases?"  He's so logical and literal.  I told him that I'm the queen in the queen size bed, so I get two pillowcases.  He put his cheek down on the soft sheets and said, "I feel a snuggle coming on...." 

Unexpected guests

We were just starting quiet time this afternoon when the doorbell rang.  The neighbor girls had just gotten off the bus and discovered that they were locked out of their house.  We cancelled quiet time and had a tea party with banana crumpets instead.  The girls were wearing pajamas and told me it was Pajama Day at school.  I told them it was pajama day at our school too, so we had our tea party wearing pajamas and using English accents.  It was lots of fun!

I was going over vocabulary words with the older girl for a test she's having tomorrow, and I had no idea that Sarah was taking in every word.  I asked the neighbor girl, "What is the word that means 'a person responsible for a wrongdoing'?"  Sarah immediately blurted out, "Culprit!"  One of the other words was "confidential".  After the neighbor girls had gone home, Sarah was whispering something to me, and Noah asked what she was saying.  Sarah told him, "It's a confidential conversation between me and Mom."

Big kids, little kids

I worked in the Children's Department at CBS today, and I had the opportunity to watch my relatively big kids interacting with toddlers.  The little kids gravitated to them, clung to them, chased them, and looked up to them. Noah was playing a game where he tried to throw a ball into a wheelbarrow.  The little kids were staring at him, mesmerized.  Later, I saw one of the toddlers pick up the ball and try to do the same thing.  I told Noah that he used to be the little kid admiring the older ones.  It was neat to see him taking the little ones under his wing.  Sarah mostly yelled at them and avoided them. 

African American fingernail

Mike was reading a book about slavery to the kids, and they were talking about different races. Afterwards, Noah asked me, "Am I black or white or what?"  Sarah said, "We're brown, Noah."  I told them they're not black or white, but they're Asian.  Sarah looked at the bruise on her fingernail and said, "Everything on me is Asian except my fingernail.  It's black."

Dessert Nazi

Sarah was ordering everyone around, telling us all which dessert to eat and when.  I called her a Dessert Nazi, and Noah joined right in, saying, "You're a Nazi!"  Sarah has heard enough discussion about WWII to know that the Allies were the opposite of the Nazis, so she declared, "I am NOT a Nazi!  I'm an Ally.  And I don't even know what that is!"  

Still more...

After everything Jason has been through today, the poor thing got drafted into a Star Wars scene. Noah was whipping his water-noodle lightsabers around, and he pinned the unsuspecting cat against the wall and said, "I've got you now, Count Dooku!"  Please don't call the Humane Society.