This cold is kicking my butt. I'm not used to being sick. Scratch that. I was not used to being sick until I had kids. This is my second cold this winter. I've been through the gamut of symptoms except for a fever (shh!). Now I have no voice. That's usually my sign that the cold is over. I do wonder why this happens to me so frequently, I don't remember other relatives losing their voices. I need some Vitamin C, and I need to go to bed. The days of me running myself into the ground have got to come to an end. I can't afford to be sick anymore.
Tigger, grade 1: "Today in school, we learned about antibodies." I don't get it. I have one child who can barely make himself understood and one who consumes $14 words with abandon.
Politics Partisanship 101
Tigger, watching a clip from Peresopolis on BBC America: Why do they have guns?
Me (grasping): They are fighting to see who is going to be in charge of the country.
Tigger: Who gets to be in charge?
Me: Whoever wins. But we don't do it that way in this country. You don't need a gun to have a say. At the end of the year, we, all the adults, get to say who is going to be in charge after this country after the guy who is President now is done with his turn.
Tigger: His turn?
Me: Yeah, the person who wins gets a turn for either 4 years or 8 years. This guy has been president for almost 8 years.
Tigger: 8 years? That was quick.
Me: Not quick enough.
Piper: Oh well, you tried.
Have you ever heard of "booty dancing?" Yikes.