Dorothy's "Book Trailer" for school

 Video link:  https://youtu.be/UfxarufFvmk

Block party this weekend

The Sunday Funnies

Dorothy was grumpy, and I was making her lunch for school.  She complained that I don't cut off every speck of brown crust, and said, "When you don't take off all the crust, it makes me feel like you don't care about me!"  "Dorothy," I said, frustrated, "all I do all day long is care for you."  "Well, it makes me feel like you don't care about my sandwich!" she countered.

The local library is giving rewards for kids who participate in their October reading campaign and log 4 hours of reading in the month.  I loosely explained this to Dorothy, who said, "Ok, I want to do it.  Four hours in a row?"

Dorothy has an okay-grasp on parenthesis, and likes to suggest when they should appear in things she reads.  But she can't remember what they are called, so she cups her hands and says "those things."

Dorothy likes some privacy when she plays pretend or sings because she's starting to feel embarrassed.  She asked me to leave the bathroom while we were getting ready for the day.  I said, "Ok, but I'm not going to stay out very long."  "It's only going to be for one length of the Halloween Will Soon Be Here song."

Dorothy was supposed to use the potty, and then brush her teeth. Brian saw her leaving the bathroom.

  Brian: Where are you going?

  Dorothy: I need to fill in a ghost on my reading chart for school.

  Brian: Mom told you to brush your teeth first.

  Dorothy: No she said I could do this first. Mom! Can I fill in the ghost?

  Sarah: What?

  Dorothy: CAN. I. FILL. IN. THE. GHOST?

  Sarah: No, you have to brush your teeth.

  Dorothy: It will only take a teency-tincy second.

  Sarah: ....Ok.

  Dorothy (to Brian). See -told ya.

  Brian: No, not "told ya." She told you to brush your teeth. You were just being manipulative. 

  Dorothy. I don't even know what "blah BLAH blah blah blah" is.

Gulfstream's Family Day was a drive-thru event this year

Christmas is around the corner

Dorothy's art teacher posted first grade self-portraits on Instagram. It was fun to guess which one was Dorothy's.

The Sunday Funnies

Everybody was in bed.  There was a loud noise outdoors, and Dorothy called through the hall, "What was that noise?"  I responded that it was probably a truck or something.  Then Dorothy, who has a nightlight in her room, asked, "Then why is it so dark in here?"  (The power went out.)

"Maaammmaa!"  Dorothy hollered from the shower.  "I already put out your towel," I called from the living room.  "Maaammmaa!" Dorothy repeated.  "What?" I yelled.  "Maaammmaa!" she insisted.  I stood up and walked across the house to the bathroom.  "What's the matter?" I asked as Dorothy, wrapped in a towel, stepped from the shower.  "I just have so much to tell you," Dorothy said.

Dorothy wanted her science experiment kit, which is named "My Mind-Blowing Science Kit."  She asked me to take out the "Brain Exploding Kit."

After a girl in her class said something mean to Dorothy, she apologized the next day.  "Mom!" Dorothy announced as she got into the car, "Evalyn apologized to me!  It was on the playground.  We were playing tag, and I was so surprised that I just stood there and Olivia tagged me."

Dorothy has been watching a show called Ada Twist, Scientist.  Concurrently, she has become a night owl.  Last night she posed:  "I'm going to go to bed one night with no nightlight, no sound machine, and no dolls.  Then on the next night, I'm going to go to bed with all those things.  Then I'll see which way is better to go to sleep.  Mom, what's your hypothesis?"

Lately we have been watching Fraggle Rock.  The show has many different types of characters, including five main Fraggles, Gobo, Mokey, Wembley, Boober, and Red, and other nameless Fraggles in the background.  Dorothy exploded with comments:  "I love how Red is really active.  It seems like each Fraggle's personality is different.  I kind of like how they ignore all the other Fraggles and just focus on that clump of Fraggles."

Brian was out-of-town on his camping trip, and after school I asked Dorothy if she wanted French fries, which take a long time to bake.  Eventually I served them to her with a blackbean burger, and she only ate the fries and told me she was finished.  I said, "You didn't eat your burger."  She said, "You didn't ask me if I wanted a burger.  You only asked me if I wanted French fries."  I said, "Well, we can't have only French fries for dinner."  She said, "Oh, I didn't know it was dinner time because Daddy didn't come home."

Dorothy found a notebook that she used long ago as a diary.  She was reading it, and said aloud, "I definitely spelled fools wrong."  "What were you writing about fools at age 4?" I demanded.  "April Fools Day," she answered.

"How much older is Aunt Mary Beth than you?" Dorothy asked.  "3 years," I answered.
"How much older are you than Uncle Daniel?" Dorothy asked.  "2 years," I answered.
"How much older is Uncle Daniel than Uncle Patrick?" Dorothy asked.  "4 years," I answered.
"How much older is Aunt Mary Beth than Uncle Patrick?" Dorothy asked.  "9 years," I answered.
"How much older is Aunt Mary Beth than Uncle Daniel?" Dorothy asked.  "5 years," I answered.
"How much older are you than Uncle Patrick?" Dorothy asked.  "6 years," I answered.
"Now we've got that straightened out," Dorothy concluded.

Dorothy asked me to clip her toenails.  "I hate it when they have white," she said.  "When I see white on my nails, it's a sign to me that I need to clip my toenails or bite my fingernails."

Halloween is here!

Finger space

Dorothy is into phonetic spellings lately. Here is her kitten, aka "Sprinkles."

Class pic from Farm Day

Dress like a Farmer Day at school

Jump for joy (Olivia's birthday party)

The Sunday Funnies

 Lately I've been encouraging Dorothy to solve her own problems, especially at school.  So, I couldn't fuss at her when she came home from picture day.  "Mom," she complained, "you forgot to put something special in my hair for picture day like I asked, so I had to make my own decorations."  "What did you do?" I asked evenly.  "I had to cut out circles of white paper, color them blue, and stick them in my hair before the picture," she informed me.

Dorothy got her flu shot at the doctor and arrived at school late.  I picked her up and asked, "Did you show everybody your band-aid?"  "I tried," she answered.  "The teacher told me to stop bringing it up."

Brian bought Frosted Flakes, which for some reason Dorothy calls "Tony," as in, "What would you like for breakfast this morning?"  "Tony."

"Put on some clothes and we'll go get some ice cream."

Dorothy's 7-year-old checkup went great; she's holding slime, a flu-shot bribe

Dorothy designed and embroidered this fairy

A stitch in time

Today was picture day at school

Morning glory