How to become a Fairy by Olivia Howell

First they have to shrink you. Then they put wings on your skin. Next they stir up a potion to make pixie dust. It's made with magic salt and rainbows. Then they sprinkle it on your skin.  Then they make a dress for you out of leaves or flowers. Then you are a fairy.
The way to get to the pixie hollow tree is; straight, right, left, right, left, right and straight.

It's what the kids want...

For better or worse, if Olivia wakes up before 7am, she gets to watch "a movie" while I finish getting ready. Now, a movie is defined as any kid show on TV, most likely a Nick JR show.

Recently, Nick JR has changed up the line up and some show about an Octopus named Oswald is on at 6:30am. Honestly, I don't care for the show. The penguin reminds me of Squiggy from Laverne and Shirley and the dog is a wiener in a bun. It's just not all that good. 

Last week, like so many, Livi came in my room and asked if she could watch a movie. I click on the TV and Oswald is on.

So, I ask Olivia "do you want to want to watch Oswald?" She says "no." I then ask her what she'd like to watch. She is sitting in the middle of my bed holding both her Bitty babys,  she gives them a squeeze and looks at me and says " nevermind Oswald is fine. It's what the kids want"

I giggle, and go back to the bathroom.

White Ketchup

For most families, especially in the Paula Dean loving south, mayonnaise is a staple. Its uses range from the ordinary turkey sandwich to the most delicious vegall casseroles, and most people love the stuff. This is not the case in my house.
As a kid, my mother religiously made my lunch. Said lunch consisted of the standard luncheon meat sandwich, on which my mother slathered mayonnaise.  This would probably been ok if I'd eaten the sandwich right away. However, this was not the case. That sandwich stayed in my bag until it was ripe. I recall several times I tossed my sandwich because the Mayo had made it to the clear/ oily phase.  I voiced my concerns with my mom, and she stopped torturing me with the slimmy white stuff.
My dear husband, completely unknown to me at the time, was waging a similar Mayo battle at home. However, as the stories have been related to me, he did not get the same treatment and had to endure.
This leads us to our current state. We don't "keep" mayonnaise in our house. I buy it once a year for tomato sandwiches and use a tiny bit in chicken salad. We prefer mustard on our sandwiches and have served our daughter plain sammies.
All of this is simply preface to what Olivia said today...
When asked "what did you have for lunch today? " she answered "mixed veggies, peaches and a Ham and cheese sandwich with white ketchup "
I realized she doesn't know what mayonnaise is.

Can we go to the beach?

While walking in the slippery, icy snow on our 3rd snow day in a row, Olivia says "I like the beach. Do you think we could go to the beach? I can use my piggy bank money. We don't have to go to Disney World. "

I just laughed.  So wise for 4. All I could think was I sure do wish I'd known we'd be stuck for days. I would have escaped with her on Sunday for a week at the beach.

Daddy has to go to Work

"Daddy has to go to work, he has to make money because we need money so I can go to Disney World.  If he doesn't work, then there will be no money for Disney World"