Walker Girl Funnies

Claire was watching the movie "Annie" with her sisters and a friend from across the street, Katey, when I heard Katey ask "Who is that guy?" to which Claire replied, "He's one of the sinister characters."

What??? Did she just say that? So I asked her "Claire, what does that mean?" to which she quickly (because I was interrupting the movie) and seemingly a bit annoyed answered, "He's one of the bad guys." I don't know where it comes from. Maybe it's because she's a daughter of an english professor. Or maybe she's just that brilliant. :)

Rachel came up to me a few weeks ago with something spilled down the front of her shirt. So I asked her what it was to which she of course replied, "I don't know." After much prodding, she finally admitted it was chocolate milk. I then quickly deduced that if it was spilled on her shirt, she most likely had spilled it somewhere else - especially since she didn't have any chocolate milk out and would have had to get it out of the refrigerator. (You can't get anything past this smart mom). So I asked her if she spilled the milk on the floor. Her answer of course was "Noooo!" in a "quit bugging me" tone. I then asked her to take a little walk with me downstairs to the kitchen. Upon arriving in the kitchen we discovered the refrigerator door wide open with a stool in front of it and a chocolate milk container lying on the floor in a pool of spilled chocolate milk. So I once again asked her if she did this. (I should know better than to set my kids up to lie) And she once again adamantly replied "NO!" I of course was very curious who could have done this so I asked her what happened and she told me this tale....

"Someone walked in the door and came in and got the chocolate milk and drank it and then spilled the milk on the floor and then dropped the cup and then spilled it on me and then left. And didn't even clean up."

I of course wanted to know who would do such a thing so I asked her who it was. She stated she did not know. I reminded her that if she saw them do it, then she did know and she should tell me who it was (of course this was the only flaw in her story) to which she gave a deep sigh and said, "Jonathan's mommy" (our friend who goes to church with us). With a little smirk on my face since I was trying not to crack up said, "You are telling me that Jonathan's mommy came in the door, opened the refrigerator, pushed the stool in front of the shelves, drank the chocolate milk, spilled it on the floor and you and then left?" Rachel looked at me with a disappointed look and even more disappointed tone in her voice and while shaking her head said, "And, she didn't even clean up."

Maggie has a burst of energy every day at about 5:30pm or 6pm which just so happens to coincide with our dinner time. How perfect. So instead of eating, she takes a bite or two of vanilla yogurt or a cracker (the main constituents of her diet) and then begins her lap running around the table. She sometimes accompanies the running reciting verse or song (in her own language of course), but she doesn't let much interrupt her. She just puts her head down and goes. At first I tried to make her stop and sit down and then discovered what a fool I am. If I just let her go, it keeps her busy, out of trouble, burns off some energy and I get to eat!

Claire has been asking for a dictionary for quite some time now (maybe to look up words like sinister or something). Well, you would think that we would have one in our house especially with an English professor in our home, but we didn't - that English guy stole them all and took them to work. So Paul brought one home one day for Claire and she grinned from ear to ear. That night in bed, she was listening to her new Taylor Swift CD she got for Valentine's Day and reading/singing the lyrics with the CD. I watched her as every once in awhile she would pause and look a word up in the dictionary (we practiced how to find words earlier that night) and then go on listening and singing. It was getting late, so I went in and turned off the CD and told her it was time to go to bed, to which I was expecting some whining and "5 more minutes", but instead, she had a sweet smile on her face and said, "Come here, mama." I walked over to her bed and with the biggest grin and excitement of winning a million dollars on her face gave me hug and said, "Thank you so much for the dictionary!" If only a dictionary would bring everyone so much happiness.