Thank you to Carol for sharing this excerpt from the newspaper with me. Once again, my daughter tells on me:
On Mother’s Day Carol enthusiastically said, “YES” as she led her small group of preschoolers through a list of tasks their Mothers do for them — drive, cook, read, wash, love, hug, kiss. The second time through Carol hesitated at the end of each and expected them to mimic her enthusiastic “YES!” which they did with one exception. Kaylee answered “YES” to “Does your mom drive the car? Does your mom hug you? Does your mom read you a book?” When Carol asked, “Does your mom cook?” Kaylee gave a resounding, “NO! Drive car!” “Does your mom sweep?” “NO! Drive car!” Her mom said, “At least she is honest.” — Carol of Albion
Here are two more stories from Carol. Each time Carol would say, “Mother,” Paul would say, “Mom”. Carol thought that was a good preschool observation. When Carol mentioned that mothers “LOVE” us, Paul began repeatedly saying, “Grandma.” Finally it dawned on Carol and she asked, “Grandma loves you?” He beamed ear-to-ear and shook his head yes.
During the communion service, Carol taught the preschoolers. Afterwards, preschooler Morgan was Carol’s helper to clean and put away the communion utensils. Morgan doesn’t willing miss a meal. As they worked it suddenly dawned on her, and she asked in a pained and concerned tone, “Did they eat lunch?”
So, we had our first (and probably last) garage sale over the 4th of July weekend. I have a cute Kaylee story to share...
Kaylee saw her yellow princess shirt on the table at the garage sale. The next thing I know she is standing in the garage with a death grip on it, and she wants to take it inside.
I take her inside to watch cartoons. As we are going into the house I ask her if she is going to hide her shirt so Mommy won't sell it. She responds, YES!
A little while later I hear her calling for me from the living room. "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy..." you know, she keeps saying it until I actually walk into the room. She hands me the yellow princess shirt and says she wants to put it on. Before I have even taken it from her, her arms are flung into the air. This is her sign to take off the current shirt. So, we put the princess shirt on.
Not only did she wear it all day Friday, she wore it to bed Friday night. In the morning I tried to change her clothes again. I was allowed to put new shorts on her, but the yellow princess shirt had to stay.
It was not until after the garage sale sign had been pulled from the front yard did the shirt come off.
This story would not have been nearly as funny if the shirt hadn't been two sizes too small.
Here she is on the evening of day one...you gotta love the inch of skin hanging out around the bottom of the shirt. One word - classy!
Things I love...My Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. My darling husband, Cory. My beautiful daughter, Kaylee. My family. My church family. Quilting. Blogging. 20's and 30's reproduction fabric. Raspberries. Purses. Reading. Shoes. Cooking. Thanksgiving. Cherry Pepsi. Red. Vinee's Pizza. Cupcakes. Autumn. Pedicures. Great-Grandma Maxine's potato salad. Florida. Seeing Kaylee smile. Boot-shaped chicken nuggets. Wearing my pajamas all day. Civil war reproduction fabric.