Magic Trick

"Momma, my bug bite still itches.  See?  Its still there.  Its just moved."

JCS

During this Lent season we've been watching a lot of Jesus Christ Superstar.  Of course the first time through with Bree was spent answering more questions than even the Riddler could come up with.  However she got a firm grasp of the movie, who was who and what was going on. 

One weekday evening Bree requested to watch "the Jesus movie" again and I obliged.  As the first few notes of the movie started so began Bree's narration.  I simply nodded, 'yepped', and 'thats right' to all that she said.  Then she turned and looked at me.

Have you seen this movie before Momma?

Apparently we have a little work to do in the Bible story area.

That solves that problem

Me: Breezy, you want to get Jacob something for his birthday?

Bree: Yeah!

Me: Whats something you might want to get him?

Bree: A new fishing game.

Me: We already have a fishing game.  Are you sure that what you want to get him?

Bree: Yeah.  That way Jacob can stop breaking my fishing game.

She's always thinking!

Point proved

After an exhausting hour and a half visit to the doctors office, my patience and the children's attention spans had flown out of the window.  Upon returning home, Jacob was put down for a nap and Bree was put into her bed for a lengthy time out (and possible nap as well).  Over an hour later Bree shouts from her room:

"Mom, can I get out of bed yet?  I'm ready to listen now."

"Fine Bree. Come here."

Delayed pause....

"What?"

Yeah... we're ready to listen alright.

Always Listening

"Momma.... thats not how it goes, does it?"

The excitement builds

Its a week early but tomorrow we're celebrating Bree's 4th birthday with a "Tangled" party.  As most people do the day before a party, we spent endless hours cleaning, shopping, prepping, cleaning some more and finally baking the birthday cake.  After I pulled the cake from the oven and placed it on the rack to cool, Bree excitedly asked:

"Now is it my birthday?"

I'll never understand

Bree's school had an open house and Scholastic Book Fair last week.  As I remember going to book fairs when in my school years, I made sure my schedule was clear so we could attend and Jim, who has been working a lot lately, made sure he was home in time to leave with us at 6:30pm.  After an hour of touring her classroom, buying Jacob a new book for Christmas and eating a snack, it time to leave.  In all the Fall glorious-ness, we head out to the parking lot at 7:30pm in almost pitch black.  To which Bree turns to Jim and says:

"Thanks for letting me stay up past dark, Dad."

Why do dads get all the credit??