Inexplicable Madness

At breakfast this morning:
S: Daddy, I'm really, really mad right now.
Me: You are?
S: Yes, I'm really mad.
Me: How come you're so mad?
S: I don't even know!
Me: Then how come you're smiling?
S: I'm mad on the inside, not the outside.
Me: Eat your pancakes. Maybe that will help.
S: No, it's not helping. I'm still mad...

The next day at lunch:
Me: Why do you look so sad?
S: I'm not sad. I'm happy.
Me: But you look sad.
S: I look sad on the outside, but I'm happy on the inside!
I never know what's up or what's down with this girl!...

Row, Row, Row Your Boat!

Laura's Post:

Practicing for her first performance at the Montessori Arts Fair this week. "Row, Row, Row Your Boat" duet with a boy (who hasn't been brought home and introduced). 
This is all moving very fast

Shush Yourself

Sophia: Shhh.

Me: What?

Sophia: Nothing.

Me: Why did you say "shhh"?

Sophia: Sometimes if you have to judge someone, you just have to judge yourself...

You are wise beyond your years, child...

Google It

We've been reading the Little House on the Prairie series the past couple of years. Anytime we have run across something unknown to us, like a farming tool or a recipe or a tree, plant, or animal that we've not heard of, Sophia or I will suggest that we Google it so that we can learn more about it. It is often a fun and informative distraction from our readings. 

For example, we've recently watched a fascinating documentary about farmers using modern science to fight against locust plagues to help inform our readings about locusts ruining the Ingalls farm in On the Banks of Plum Creek. 

The other day, I took out the treadmill to exercise. I first explained to Sophia that she mustn't come near the rotating tread because it's too dangerous. "Can you Google it to show me why it's dangerous?" "Good idea, honey." 

I found an age appropriate collection of video clips of folks not being careful on a treadmill. "Do you see why I don't want you to be near the treadmill, honey?" "Yes."

Today I called Sophia into the kitchen to teach her about the garbage disposal. I explained to her that I never want her to put her hands in the opening because it has sharp teeth to chop up food into bits and pieces that can flush away down the pipes. I opened the baby-proofed cabinet doors under the sink to show her what the garbage disposal looks like.

"See, honey? That's what it looks like. It's pretty big, isn't it? Remember that it is very important not to put your hands in the garbage disposal. OK? I don't want you to lose your fingers." 

"Can we Google people losing their fingers in the garbage disposal?"

"No."