(All of this is from last Friday)
Pie had pizza, salad, and a whoopie pie last night. Oddly enough, it was apparently the salad that gave her a stomach ache.
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I have my own name plate and name tag for Adam’s HBS 5 year reunion, in case I want to go to any academic presentations. The boy came in this morning wearing my name tag. “Monkey boy,” he said to me, “you need to get ready for school!”
“Huh?” I said.
“Look,” he said, pointing to his tag. “I’m Jenny Brown. Get ready for school!”
I laughed. “You, Mom, need to go drink your smoothie!”
He smiled sweetly and said to me, “Sorry, but you can’t direct me, honey!”
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Adam took twenty minutes to decide what to wear to the reunion academic presentations today. “Can I wear jeans? Kevin’s dressed nicer. I should dress nicer. Should I wear khakis? I guess I’ll wear khakis. I feel so funny wearing khakis these days. Maybe I should wear nice jeans? I’ll wear the khakis.” He puts on the khakis and a blue-and-white shirt. “Maybe I’ll wear this tonight,” he says, at which point I told him I had enough and he wasn’t wearing a blue shirt and khakis to a friggin’ cocktail party if I had to wear a freakin’ cocktail dress. And then he told me to chill. And then I reminded him that all these events are optional for me and he quickly backed down.
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Doodles announced that he wanted to go to the hardware store.
Me: What for?
Doodles: I need stuff for my invention.
Me: What do you need.
Doodles: Just plastic and wood.
Me: Nothing else?
Doodles: That’s it.
Me: Do you have a plan for what you want to build?
Doodles: It’s all in my head.
Me: What is it?
Doodles: I’m going to build something special! It’s going to be a babysitting machine! And I’m going to make robots and they’ll watch the kids. And then I’m going to make these helicopters the robots will use!
Me: Oh?
Doodles: Yeah! So can we go get my wood and plastic now?
