Six year olds

Much of this story will be lost in the telling. In order to fully appreciate it you had to be there, see the light in her eyes and hear the excitement in her voice. But I'm gonna tell it anyway.

Yesterday I helped with Girlie-whirl's kindergarten Christmas party. She hadn't wanted to go to school that day because Sweetie flew home for Christmas the night before. But she went and by the time the party was over she was a mass of exciteded babbling on the way out to the parking lot.

After telling me that this was the best day EVER and recounting multiple thrills of the day, she said, "Oh, and guess what I finished in art today?!"

"What did you finish in art today?!!" I asked her, trying to match her enthusiasm.

"My platter!" Confused look. "My splatter?" More bewildered pondering. Then her face cleared, and with no less excitement than before she said. "I can't remember the name, but I KNOW it has an r at the end!!!"

Don't you just love six year olds?

Just following along

I've temporarily checked out of the writing side of the blog world. Still reading, just no posting. It may have something to do with my back-log of Christmasy things on my to-do list, but, whatever the reason, I simply don't feel the need to post right now.

I'll be back after the holidays. Unless I'm not, you know?