Olympic Confusion

This has been an interesting week and a half. We've been watching the Olympics, something Oliver and I have loved doing, and Our Princess has been watching with us. I'm sure she has been zoned out at school, I normally advocate going to bed right at 7:30, but this happens once every 4 years, so we have let her stay up, especially to watch the figure skating. It's been very educational. We've looked for the countries on our globe and then looked them up online to see if the country is snowy in the winter; or if, like Mexico, they have to practice elsewhere.

On that note, Our Princess has peppered us with questions all week long about what's going on and where they are from, but the most common question that comes up every time someone new comes on is, "Is that a boy or a girl?"

It started with Kd Lang at the opening ceremonies, which her daddy told her was a boy, to Shaun White, to some of the short-haired or pink-wearing figure skaters. It's been an interesting week. Really.

Our Fairy

Our Fairy says the funniest things...and I believe that the funniest part is that to her, it all makes sense...Wednesday, she was singing "Jack and Jill went up a hill..." When she got to the part where Jack falls down, according to her, he broke his "king's hat."

Thursday morning we were leaving for Church and there was half a dead squirrel on our porch (bless our beloved puss). Our Fairy said, "Gato broke it." That's putting it mildly!

This evening, we were leaving work and she asked Aunt Laura where her daddy was. Aunt Laura said with Maga...Papa was her daddy. Our Fairy tells her, "No, Papa is Maga's daddy."
Well, since I refer to Oliver in front of the girls as "Daddy," she associates this with "husband." She wanted to know where Aunt Laura's husband was...Aunt Laura is not married (yet).

It's just interesting the things that she comes up with; she has a way of looking at her world that makes you stop and think about how things are related and what words really mean.

She's very literal. Our Princess I can tell to go put the clothes in the trash(as I have done before) meaning the laundry and she understands that I meant laundry(I know, scary). Our Fairy doesn't. She puts it into the trash, or fridge, or whatever word I get mixed up with...I often wonder if it's because we use more spanish with her than we did with her older sister, so she has to concentrate harder on what things mean, so it's easier to take everything literally.

Tinkie Class!

On the way to school on Monday, Our Fairy was asking if they were going to have the Tinkie Class at school today...Needless to say, I was confused! They were learning about Curious George all month, so maybe she thought the next progression was Tinkerbell? Anyways, I told her that they would be learning about Curious George this week.
"Oh, ok Mami..." she says and we go on our way.
Fast Forward two hours and I am arriving in her class to do spanish with K3. She runs up to me yelling, "Look Mami! Tinkie! Tinkie!" Again I have no clue what she's talking about, but I look down and she is pointing to my file folder that I carry all my spanish class work in and, sure enough, there was Tinkerbell. Apparently to her, Tinkie class was Spanish class.
And I am the teacher!
It makes sense now. She wouldn't know that I come to teach Spanish. She has no idea yet that other people only speak english...as far as she is concerned, I show up once a week to teach her class a song and dance. Foreign languages are foreign ideas for her. Chances are, if she doesn't know it in spanish, she probably doesn't know it in english either.

you broke my heart, Daddy!

The Princess Dramas

Last night Our Fairy was getting ready for bed...I'm not quite sure what Daddy did, but she came running to me to tell me that "Daddy bwoke my heart Mami!"
"What did Daddy do, honey" I ask. Oliver came in after her and before she could say anything asks, "Where's your heart Leyni?"
"In my tummy!"


I was channel surfing on the radio this morning on the way to take Our Princess to school and the news was on one...they were talking about Joe Wilson and the comments that Carter made about him. I changed the station real quick, but not before she heard the word racist.
"what's racist, Mami?" I thought for a few moments, trying to give her an idea without disillusioning her or giving her ideas. "It's a bad word. It describes people who treat others differently just because they don't look the same."
"oh," she says, "its not those things you put on your teeth? You know, the metal stuff?"

The wonderfully refreshing ideas they come up with!!!