Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
I am even better than a cat
Seven year-old Lola presented me with a bright pink Post-it note. It said:
a poem MOMMA RULES MOMMA RULES HATERS DROOL MOMMA ADORES KILLERS IGNORE MOMMA IS BETTER THAN THAT EVEN A CAT
I was deeply moved as Lola said proudly, "Even better than a cat!"
what does she want?
official ruling as Household Top Child/Mommy's Favorite Darling, I think.
i'm guessing marathon iCarly nights. and heaven help the DH if there's ever a movie.
I really hate that iCarly. I need to blog about it one of these days. Western civilization has not done enough to denounce iCarly.
To transcend the greatness of a deity incarnate (Frowsty) is no small achievement. You must have done something right. :-)
Fortunately neither of my young'uns have taken an interest in iCarly. They do like Phineas and Ferb, which does have some amusing musical selections.
Lola also enjoys Phineas and Ferb. I liked it when Candace complains, "Mooom, Phineas and Ferb are making a title sequence" and also when they made their robot doppelgangers. "We are Phinandroids and Ferbbots, Phinandroids and Ferbbots." Other than that, I find it pretty annoying.
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