How very Zen.

Kate's playing her new Wii game, PokePark (and I'll have to do another post about how cool it is), and she's just kinda running back and forth over the same stretch of bridge.
Me:  Where are you going?
Kate:  Somewhere.  Everyone's going somewhere.
Me: How very Zen of you.

The Potatoes of Doom

This one's for those sweet teenagers at church that watch my kid on Friday nights.  You know who you are.

Our church has a bible-study-thing-that-defies-definition on Friday nights.  Ish.  We call ourselves The Difference.  For now.  Aaaanyways... child care is provided.  With the exception of one wonderful woman (who also happens to provide daily child care for my kid), the nursery on Friday nights is staffed by teenagers.  A few weeks ago, Kate happened to be the only kid there, and there were two teenage guys there to watch her.  Poor guys.  Cam and I sent her off, snickering to ourselves, wondering just how badly she would scar them.
About an hour later, one of the guys comes in, plops down a picture that was obviously drawn by my kid, and says, "Amy, your daughter has a wild misconception of the general shape of potatoes."  (And a thank-you to Adam for writing that quote down for me.)

So this morning, Kate comes into the living room and announces:
"I'm making a holiday book of the potatoes of doom."
I turned to Cam and said, "She's your kid."
It's about holidays for potatoes.

There are many things that amuse me about this story.
- That a teenage guy not yet out of high school can put together the phrase "wild misconception of the general shape of potatoes".  Hope for the future, man.
- That my kid can remember something that happened over a month ago and decide to turn it into a project.
- That, no matter how pesky Kate can get, he still agrees to watch her.  Yes, I know the church pays him, but there's no hazard pay involved.
- I don't know if we say it enough, but... you're a cool kid, Gavin.

Of course, you did.

Flower and Note

I spent about eight hours at the church last night helping make a massive batch of tamales. 

When I got home, this was waiting on my nightstand.

D'aaaw.  I guess I'll keep her.

What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

So, Cam made up a list of things that Kate can be when she grows up:
Squid Farmer
Rainbow Salesman
Lightning Harvester
Rat Wranger
Turnip Arrester
Pyrite Miner
Mage Landscaper
Pretzel Twister
Eye Putter-Onner for Chocolate Bunnies

I followed this up by asking her what she wants to be.  She said:
Police Officer
Teacher
Veterinarian
Optometrist (I had to help her with this one.  She called it the person who works at the eyeglasses place.)
Scientist

There's still hope for her.  She may turn out normal...  Naaah.

Speaking of Shiny Blue Clefairy...

Last night, in the car...
Kate:  (jabbering on and on about a clefairy she just caught on her Pokemon game) ...and it's got blue ears, and it's really shiny!
Cam: Speaking of shiny blue clefairies... did Prop 19 pass?

Stooges, part Two

(It helps if you've read the previous post: "Cam! Gravity!")

Cam: Now, would you like to know the order of the Stooges?
Me: No.
Cam: It'll only take a minute.
Me:  (putting hands over ears)  Nooo!  I don't wanna know!
Cam: There's Larry, Moe, and Shemp...
Me: I don't wanna know!!!
Cam: Then there's Curly, then there's Joe, and then there's Curly Joe...and then Spanky.
Me:  I don't remember a Spanky.

Note: As I write this up, he's making up a song with the names of the Little Rascals.  I had to remind him what the girl's name was.  Darla.

Cam! Gravity!

Soooo... Cam's doing dishes.  I have an airbake pan that I make my chocolate cake in, and it shouldn't be submerged, since there's air between the layers and any water that seeps in will never dry out.  So I'm showing him how I wash it.  Put pan on counter or stove.  Squirt in a little dish soap and use a cup to carefully pour in hot water until it reaches the top.  Let it soak for a few minutes and scrub.  Easy peasy.  He puts it on the stove top, which isn't quite level.  One cupful of water brought it to the top on one side, but the other side was still dry.  Cam gets another cup of hot water.
Me:  Wait!  (pointing to full end) If you pour that in, it'll spill over.
Cam: (holding cup over the dry end of the pan) Well, if I just pour it on this end...
Me:  Gravity, Cam!  Gravity!  Water flows downhill. (I grab a potholder and shove it under the lower end of the pan, making it level)  Let's just put a shim under here to even it out.
Cam: I don't care which Stooge you use.  Just make it work.
Me:  Shim, Cam.  Not Shemp.