I'm officially done Christmas shopping. And if I'm not, it's not getting bought. (She said, with Christmas cheer oozing from every pore on her body.)
I have a board meeting this afternoon. Blech. I'd rather just help the kids, not hear where all the money goes to. And then my last acting class of the semester! YAY!
Aaron. I'm going to write a sentence!
Carrie. Okay, you go nuts, kiddo.
Aaron. I need your help to spell the words, okay?
Carrie. Hit me. I'm ready.
Aaron. No, Mom. In French.
Carrie. (thinks) What the hell? Who is this kid? Where did he come from?
And so the 5 year-old had to discover that his Mum doesn't know everything. I know how to ask for the ticket at a resaturant, and how to say my name. Ah, well. He had to learn sometime, right?
And I got cards from both mugglechumpand 60sfreakyesterday! (Both of you ladies have lovely handwriting, by the way...)