Breakfast conversation this morning:
The other night, Natalie saw a TV commercial which profiled children who are less fortunate than she is. She retreated to her room, returning a few times to confirm how to spell a few words (we didn’t know what she was working on).
The moment started innocently enough, Natalie and I going to Bowring Park to hit the playground and feed the ducks. Growing up in a house full of testosterone (I have three brothers), it’s easy to forget the subtle differences between how tasks are approached by the fairer gender.
When the circus clown dropped one of the balls he was juggling. Natalie, stands up and shouts (with as much sincerity as a 6 year-old can):
Natalie doing her rendition of the Dixie Chicks’ “Travelin’ Soldier” with diva outburst mastered when she false-starts (“darn it!”). Hard to believe she’s still looking for a record deal.
Upon driving by a new war memorial being constructed near our home.
Natalie: “Mom, is that where the dead soldiers are going to be?”
A heart-warming tale about wildlife rescue emphasizing the need for Diego to clarify for his young audience, in no uncertain terms, that he only saves animals that are alive…with heads intact:
Discussion driving around town:
Natalie: “I’m not going to have kids when I grow up.”
Discussion on the drive home tonight:
Natalie: “Can I watch the news tonight?”
Conversation on the way out the door this morning:
Adrian (joking to Lisa): “…Natalie is pretty much fully reared now isn’t she?”