Saturday, May 20, 2006
I dole out snacks around here like a vending machine that takes screaming as payment. Har har. Now I can’t stop thinking about a vending machine that you just bitch at and eventually you wear it down and it gives you your snack. Brilliant!
I’m just kidding about the screaming. My daughter mostly does a good job of asking nicely for things. Usually. Not always. By any means. I mean she is only 4 ½. Learning to ask nicely for things from your parents – I don’t think that happens till you’re like 28.
My son colored on the island earlier. I would like to take this opportunity to thank Mr. Clean for his Magic Erasers. Because they have honestly erased so much from my life, but in a good way.
The speed with which my son makes a banana disappear frightens me a little. He causes a panic in the produce area at the store. The bananas see him coming and they begin screaming. And I slap them, of course, and say “Geez! Enough already with the screaming! Little drama queens!” Then I help myself to some of those neat banana stickers.
