- I'm beginning to sympathize with the boy in The Boy Who Cried Wolf, except instead of freaking out villagers, I told Caedmon that mannequins come to life if you squeeze their hands just right. And actually, it was Adelaide's idea in the first place, I just jumped in to elaborate, making the story more believable and giving it a bit of weight. In our defense, we were at a sporting goods outlet, Derek was in the dressing room, and we were bored. Plus Caedmon kept reaching up to shake the mannequins' hands, so the story kind of wove itself into being; Daughter and I just gave it a (slightly whimsical/menacing) voice. Caedmon didn't even act that freaked out, and I figured he'd forgotten the whole thing until a few days ago when he made a sharp left turn in an otherwise normal conversation and suddenly asked, "Mom, were you just teasing me about squeezing those guys' hands?" I clarified, asking him if he meant mannequins, which he did, then admitted that yes, I had been teasing. Mannequins don't really come to life if you squeeze their hands. (That we know of.) Caedmon gave me a bit of a talking-to about teasing and how I basically shouldn't do it, then I didn't give it another thought, until I realized today that he's continuing to insist that Adelaide is still eight because he thinks I'm teasing him about her turning nine. Nothing I say will persuade him otherwise.
|This lady is my kind of people.|
- Adelaide has started her own blog. She's been talking about it for awhile; everyone got the chance to create one in a class at school, but I didn't know if anything would actually come of it until the other day when I passed over the laptop and she began laboriously typing the address. I'd been a little unsure about letting our daughter have a steady online presence, but once I realized that she wouldn't be posting anything at school, only at home, my fears were more or less assuaged, not to mention the fact that anyone who is funny enough to name their blog "Social Outcast's Spot" has a voice that needs to be heard. She's posted once, and my only input was to look it over to make sure she wasn't saying things like, "Tender nine-year-old midwestern morsel, here. Here's my address, here's my favorite kind of candy, and here's the time and place that I'm probably most vulnerable. Toodles!" Thankfully she seems to have more sense than to put anything like that out there, but just in case I said the previous sentence to her pretty much verbatim, to which she rolled her eyes and gave me a mini-lecture on how I constantly underrate her level of intelligence. First Caedmon, then her; I've been getting a lot of dressings down from our children lately. I can't imagine why.
|She gives me this look a lot.|
- I received a text message after school today regarding an Amber Alert for Iowa. I made the mistake of sharing this with our children, who proceeded to ask me ten thousand questions for which the only answers I had were "Dodge Neon. Two-door. Blue. I don't know." Caedmon refused to come inside for his snack but instead proceeded to sit on the front porch, hollering through the screen every time any car drove by that was not just blue but anywhere on the cool side of the color wheel. He did the same thing on our walk to the library, alerting the other three of us by yelling, "A blue car! THOSE COULD BE THE PEOPLE THAT STOLE THE KID!" Every car to whom his ire and suspicion was directed did, of course, have their windows rolled down. Not one was a Dodge Neon, or even blue, for that matter. Still: Although it was State of Iowa officials who found the missing persons, Batwing was on patrol.