Today, Katie informed me that she had “a boyfriend”:
K: Willam told me that he had a crush on me. do you know what a crush is?
Me: Yes, I do. Do you know what it is?
K: It means he loves me. and I love him! He’s my boyfriend.
Me: Are you going to marry him?
K: DAAADDDD!
She’s 5. She’s trouble.
some conversation at the dinner table tonight:
Katie: Daddy…daddy…daddy!
Me:Yes, katie?
Katie: Do you want to know what 6+6 is? I know…
Me: Ok, what?
Katie: It’s 8.
and
Me: what makes a rocketship go up?
Katie: I know! The guys push the buttons and it goes up so people can do business on the moon.
Me: uh..huh. Ellen?
Ellen: well, there’s the fire and when it’s in space it pushes on nothing, so the rocket goes forward, right?
Me: um…but what makes it shoot up into space?
Ellen: the brown things on the top?
Bits of wisdom from the youth of america.
Ok, so that’s a bit grandiose, but this weekend, the Yankees and the red sox meet at fenway with the Yanks holding a 1 game lead in the A.L. East. Last night, the Yanks came away short, losing 5-3, being hurt by a bad play at 1st by Giambi, and some good pitching by the ageless David Wells. They play today at 1:30.
The scenarios are interesting, considering that Cleveland also plays for the Wild Card spot that’s open right now. Cleveland lost last night, and I think that means that both the Yanks and the sox are 1 game up on Cleveland for the Wild Card, e.g., whoever loses the A.L. East would win the Wild Card instead.
So, if the Yanks split the next 2 at fenway, they would play the sox one game at The Stadium on Monday. Of course, I’ll be at a client, and not happy about it…
If the Yanks win the next 2, they take the East.
If the sox take the next 2, they take the East. If that happens, the Yanks deserve to lose, getting swept on this final head-to-head weekend.
I think the Yanks will win today. What they do tomorrow, though, is anyone’s guess.
Here’s hoping!
At dinner yesterday with Kim, Kids, and my Dad…
Kim: Ellen, are you finished with dinner?
Ellen: Yes, can I have desert?
Kim: What would you like?
Ellen: I’d like my plate cleared.
Isn’t that sweet?
A recent conversation with an online friend of mine, regarding her 8 year old’s soccer team:
Me: Who won?
L: The other team.
Me: Awww.
L: We kinda suck.
I dunno…something struck me funny about a team of 8 year olds that “kinda suck.” When they get older, perhaps they can graduate to “awful.”
If you can find a picture of someone with a better pout on her face than my 5 year old daughter, Katie, then I would love to see it. Can you possibly imagine what would have made her SO unhappy? I believe it was that we said “no more cookies.” Reason enough, if you’re 5.
Ellen made up a pretty good joke yesterday. There’s a building in New York City called One Penn Plaza, which, coincidentally, is located at one Penn Plaza, on 34th street near Penn Station. I have a client there, and Ellen’s been there a few times and we can see it from my parent’s house in Hoboken.
So, the joke:
Q: What building has the biggest TV in the world?
A: One Penn Plasma
Not genius, but pretty good for a 7 year old!
A friend of mine told me a knock knock joke today, that I proceeded to tell the kids.
The joke:
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Interrupting Duck.
Interruptin…
QUACK!
Ha Ha.
However, in Katie’s hands, retelling it, it came out like this:
Katie: Knock Knock.
Me: Who’s There?
Katie: Interrubbding Duck.
Me: Interupting Duck Who?
Katie: Quack.
I pointed out that it’s not funny unless she interrupts me saying “interrupting duck.”
So, she retells it:
Katie: Knock Knock.
Me: Who’s There?
Katie: Interrubbding Duck.
Me: Interup…
Katie: Um…Ooh…Uh…um…er…QUACK!
Me (Laughing): you forgot the word QUACK??
So, not exactly Vaudeville material, but funny to listen to…
Today was Katie’s first day of kindergarten and excitement was running high. No fear–that’s Katie’s motto–and, true to form she wandered into school without even looking back…or so I’m told. You see, I was up on the top field waiting, with Ellen, for her new teacher, Ms. Ailey (sp?), to figure out which was was up, while Kim took Katie to the front entrance where the little ones enter.. Every other teacher was out, with a sign, proclaiming “This is MY line!” to their new students. Ellen’s teacher was wandering around aimlessly, no sign, trying to figure out where she was, where her students were, the general rotation of the Earth, and God knows what else leading, ultimately, to her class figuring out what line they were supposed to be in about 5 minutes after the school bell rang. By the time I got around to the front to where the kindergarteners were entering to begin their bold new career as students, they had all filed in and I missed Katie ignoring her parents to run into school.
*sigh*
According to Ellen, “it means we just go away and stop working because we’re too old to carry on with our jobs.”
How sweet.