The past few days I've been letting the kids type on the the computer. It started when Chicken asked if he could write "I love you Mom" one day while I was typing something. Of course I said yes, how could you deny such a request? I'll type up the sentence they want, and they copy it underneath. Chickens sentences are always more or less the same despite my attempts to branch out--he requests slight variations like "I love you Mommy", "I love you Ma Ma Ma", and his personal favorite, " I love you Mommy-choo". Edee will let me use her school "sight words" in sentences.
I had set it up for Edee and Chicken to take turns typing then walked into the kitchen.
Edee: Uh, Mom! We need help, Chicken did something to da word.
Me: Okay, coming. What happened?
Edee: Well, someting happened dat like, a blue kind of force field went around da word.
Me: Ha...what? A force field? That means it's "high-lighted".
Edee: Yeah he high-lighted a word.
Awesome, I will never view high-lighting the same.
Oh noodles.
"Edee" and "Chicken" are nicknames for my two little rascals. The names originated from how my daughter would pronounce both her own and little brother's name when she first started talking. They've stuck. Chicken may live to regret that someday....
Saturday, November 19, 2016
Real Life
It's over a week past the 2016 presidential elections. This morning, at 5:00 am, both Chicken and I are laying on the couch, sick, still trying to fully wake up. I don't think I've said a word yet, just sitting in a daze.
Out of the blue:
Chicken: Mom...are Hillaly Clinton and Donald Twump weal life?
Me: Wha.....Huh??
Chicken: Are Hillaly Clinton and Donald Twump weal life.
Me: Uh yeah...they are in real life. (Unfortunately, I add to myself).
Chicken: Do dey go to church?
Me: Um....uh, well, yeah I think they might sometimes....why?
Chicken: I don't tink dey do.
Me: You don't? How come?
Chicken: Because dey are being mean! Dey don't know about Jesus. If dey did knowed about Jesus dey would be nicer and wouldn't be so mean.
Me: Well....You have a valid point there, buddy.
From the mouths of babes. The things that mull around in these little minds!!
*note: I didn't know the four-year-old had a clue about any of this madness. The only conversation Daddy and I had about any of this around the kids was over a week ago, after Edee (the-five-year-old) had come home from school after election day upset about the results (I also had no idea they talk politics in kindergarten. They sure do, rather intensely if you ask me. Eyes opened; and so much for keeping my kids ignorant of such things so young)!
Out of the blue:
Chicken: Mom...are Hillaly Clinton and Donald Twump weal life?
Me: Wha.....Huh??
Chicken: Are Hillaly Clinton and Donald Twump weal life.
Me: Uh yeah...they are in real life. (Unfortunately, I add to myself).
Chicken: Do dey go to church?
Me: Um....uh, well, yeah I think they might sometimes....why?
Chicken: I don't tink dey do.
Me: You don't? How come?
Chicken: Because dey are being mean! Dey don't know about Jesus. If dey did knowed about Jesus dey would be nicer and wouldn't be so mean.
Me: Well....You have a valid point there, buddy.
From the mouths of babes. The things that mull around in these little minds!!
*note: I didn't know the four-year-old had a clue about any of this madness. The only conversation Daddy and I had about any of this around the kids was over a week ago, after Edee (the-five-year-old) had come home from school after election day upset about the results (I also had no idea they talk politics in kindergarten. They sure do, rather intensely if you ask me. Eyes opened; and so much for keeping my kids ignorant of such things so young)!
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