Heart Attack

Today, while I was teaching Art to Pre-K (as all good stories begin...) a sweet little girl walked up to me and told me she was sick.  Discretely- yet thoroughly- I scan the room for any puddles of puke and ask, "What's wrong?" 

With all signs of sincerity on her face:  "Well...  last night I had a heart attack." 

She was totally serious.  With my best poker face (because this girl was not kidding)

"Well then congratulations on your speedy recovery."

Apparently, it got pretty serious last night when her mom let her watch a Halloween cartoon.  That cartoon scared her so much, it gave her a heart attack half to death; but she got better and came to school anyway. 

That's a survivor.

Typical Insanity

As I've been looking back and reading past posts of the blog lately, I realized how I've missed having a place to document the typical insanity that transpires in our family.  I have a horrible memory and this is the only way I'll remember some of this stuff.  I realized that fully today when I had this experience with Leliea today:

We were cleaning out the fridge.  I started the job-  pulling everything out and really, really cleaning it-  when Leilea came spinning and skipping and singing into the kitchen, as girls like her do.  She is a really, really good helper, so I put her to work immediately.

I've had my hair pulled back in a ponytail today, with an elastic headband to keep all of the little pieces back.

I am almost completely inside the fridge, scrubbing kool-aide stains, when my little helper starts flipping my ponytail.

L-  I love your ponytail, mommy.
Me-  Thanks, Leilea.
L-  (pointing to my headband) What's this?
Me-  A headband.
L-  How 'bout let's not wear this when you leave the house, okay?  ...but I love your ponytail, mommy. 

I don't ever want to forget stuff like that.