“Mumma, you know how daddy write stories about me on the computer and makes money?”
“Can you read them to me?”
“Because I want to check it.”
Thanks, Shelby, for telling him I have AdSense set up on this blog. He is now wanting some form of profit sharing…
Pickle Picture Posting:
|Sorry for the alliteration, I couldn’t help it
It’s Friday, and in the Gremlin’s world, that means Art Class! Today, our little darling made a snake, a map, and several other things that the Gremlin “hasn’t decided what they are yet.”
The specific Art Class put on at this city of Chicago public park (and as we’re signing up for it again next week, I’m not posting the name, just in case) frequently has several ‘stations’ all around the room for different activities.
It so happened that Mave finally returned to the class (she had not shown since the unfortunate Name Spelling Incident) and was happily painting at the same table as the Gremlin. We assume this was due to her perfect attendance record at her preschool that her mother was raving about.
It was discovered during this class time that Mave herself is in preschool at this time (coming up on the completion of the school year). Well, she felt the urge again to display her spelling prowess and confessed to the table in a hushed voice as she painted,
“I know how to spell my name.” Everyone at the table – Mave and the Gremlin included – continued to paint, each child filling their paper with mast strokes before claiming new sheets to instill with color and flavor.
“I know how to spell my name.” Mave spoke louder this time, allowing her voice to carry over the entire table as the students continued their education in color. The Gremlin let a beat go by before responding:
“I’m smarter than you.” Mave didn’t look up either as she responded.
It was at this point the MOTG realized that we should probably stop discussing his blog in front of him, the Gremlin delivering a perfectly timed (and perfectly egotistical) comedic line. Mave was undeterred, as was everyone else at the table. And nobody at the table even stopped painting…