Killing a Fly with a Ukulele: At the dinner table ...

I am the Mum.
If life was a circus, I would be the plate-juggling lady with monkeys on her shoulders who stands on one leg on a horse's back as it canters around the ring.

I am the Writer.
I use too many commas, dashes and dot-dot-dots, and I often start sentences with conjunctions because I like my blog to look the way it sounds in my mind.

I am the Hero.
Life is a bit like a superhero action comic, except that the superheroes are tiny children dressed in super-suits who possess no actual powers, while I just get them food, break up fights and clean their super-suits.

14 April 2010

At the dinner table ...

Jessie: What's that word I say when I burp?

Me: "Pardon" (in a French accent, for she excuses herself in French, which is mighty cute.)

Jessie: Ah, yes, pardon. (Reaching for her lemonade:) Are you ready?

6 comments:

Swift Jan said...: LOL Thats very cute!; 14 April, 2010 23:34
Tracy P. said...: I love her! It's even cuter because that big grin of hers is right below the story. I was just reading your sidebar again. I think you get on here and tinker around when we're not looking. At any rate, your descriptions are genius. Bethany and Jessie have a lot in common.; 14 April, 2010 23:38
Jen said...: Oh man, I love this girl. :); 15 April, 2010 00:33
cfoxes33 said...: LOL. At least you get a warning. My 13 yr. old just sends it out there for us to gross out over!; 15 April, 2010 01:13
Joy said...: I'd say that is fair warning. She is so smart. Love it.
♥ Joy; 15 April, 2010 12:32
Allegro ma non troppo said...: Oh no! Burping with intent!; 15 April, 2010 15:57

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I am a part-time speech pathologist, and try to cook, keep a garden alive and take photos that don’t make us look like we are pharmaceutically affected or dangerously homicidal.

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They called me Katherine.

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I came up with the pseudonym Givinya de Elba in highschool and it was based on a joke from an episode of Dad's Army called 'A Soldier's Farewell.'

In the episode, after eating too much toasted cheese, Captain Mainwaring dreams he is Napoleon at the Battle of Waterloo. I don't remember much about the episode other than Mainwaring telling his loyal men (Jones, Pike and Godfrey) that he has been exiled to the island of Elba.

Jones quips, "Hence the expression - Givin' ya the Elber!" (giving you the elbow, i.e., pushing you around.) I thought that Givinya de Elba was a half-decent pseudonym for someone who likes to joke and push people around, and I stuck with that.

My sweet niece ...

14 April 2010

At the dinner table ...

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