It's sad when your fears and neuroses are so conspicuous that others can easily prey upon them. And it's downright frightening when your own daughter exploits them.
Last night, Ella and Zoey were in the playroom, working on the alphabet (Zoey can write her first name and a few other letters). Before they went to take a bath, Ella wrote Zoey's name on the easel:
Z O E Y
H O L L A N D
This morning, while Zed was taking one of his catnaps, Zoey decided she wanted to play "Teacher" with me. Basically, it's working on the alphabet, only she's the one who asks me what the letters are. You know, just to make sure her dad isn't an idiot. So we went over to the easel and Zoey quizzed me on the letters (I only missed one!).
And then she got the eraser out.
"I'm going to erase one letter," she said. The result?
Z O E Y
H O L L A N
"I'm going to erase more letters," she said. The result?
Z O E Y
H O L L
You can see where this is heading, can't you? I could too. "More letters," she said as she erased the two Ls, leaving:
Z O E Y
H O
She then put the eraser down and walked away. I know if her back wasn't turned to me as she walked away, I would have been able to see the evil grin on her face.
Foreshadowing? Coincidence? I'm praying for the latter.
GHS: 4
The BoB Awards
The finalists for the Best of Blogs Awards have been announced and there are some folks I truly admire on those lists. My former mates over at DadCentric are finalists for Best Daddy Blog. Susan at Friday Playdate and MIM at Morphing Into Mama are finalists for Best Mommy Blog. Wood andDELURKING WEEK CONTINUES
First of all, I would like to thank Maggie, Meredith, Wood, and Jen for coming out of hiding and leaving a comment yesterday. And thanks to my regular commenters for coming out in full force yesterday as well.But I want more! So if you haven't commented before, leave a comment. Tell me a little bit about yourself. Tell me why you come to this site. Seriously, why does anyone come to this site? What's wrong with you people?
