Some kids go through the "why" stage, but Story's new favorite word is "how." This is just a sample of every single conversation we've had this week.
STORY: Mommy, why is the stove hot?
ME: Because electricity goes through it and makes it hot.
STORY: How does electricity get in there?
ME: We plug it into the wall and the electricity goes through the cord.
STORY: How does eek-tris-tee get in the wall?
ME: There are wires with electricity in them that run to our house.
STORY: How did the wires go to our house?
ME: Someone made them go to our house. They bring power to here.
STORY: How do they get the power?
ME: From a power plant.
STORY: How does the plant get power?
ME: They burn coal.
STORY: (slight pause) Mommy, how do you know?
ME: Because I'm smart.
STORY: How are you smart?
ME: I'm smart because I listened in school.
STORY: How did you do that?
ME: (no speaking, just "the look")
STORY: Oh.
So far this week, I've explained how leaves turn colors, how toilets work, why I do laundry, and how cars use gas. And each conversation ends exactly the same way- with my daughter questioning my intelligence, and me administering "the look".
There's a bright and shining future for Story in law enforcement, I'm sure. Or maybe torture.
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Sunday, October 23, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Eight Things I learned about Alabama
On a recent trip to the Yellowhammer State (Alabama!) to attend my sister-in-law's wedding, I learned many things.
1. Alabama is too long.
7. The beach in Alabama is white, but windy.
1. Alabama is too long.
- We had to drive from the top of the state to the very bottom. The kids asked us every hour or so what state we were in, and I'm pretty sure we said "Alabama" about 300 times. I mean, it's longer than California and Florida combined. It might be longer than the entire continent of South America from tip to top. Don't believe what those maps say- I lived it!
- I took pictures every hour from the passenger seat. Guess what? They all had a road surrounded by pine trees. Every picture is indistinguishable from the rest.
- Where I live, you see an ant crawling on you, you flick it off. No big deal. In Alabama, I learned the hard way that when you see an ant crawling on you, you should scream, shake the appendage on which the ant has decided to crawl, and then drop to your knees and pray for mercy. If you don't, it will sting you. And then you will cry many times during the course of at least four days, maybe more (ask me in a couple more days).
- When planning to spend time in an outdoor venue, many people put on bug spray. I usually do this in the summer, but I made a special decision to apply bug spray due to the ant incident. I even applied it four times. It didn't seem to matter...I got bit anyways. Many, many times.
- It's possible that I was bitten over and over by these things I couldn't see called "sand fleas." At least that's what the photographer said was biting him when he asked me for bug spray. Little did I know I could have told him it didn't matter- apparently bug spray doesn't deter them. I came home with 19 bites on just one leg, not to mention the other leg, both arms, and my back. These bites, while small, itched worse and worse....and they continue to itch, but at least now they're taking turns.
- When totalling my bug bites, I stopped at 50. Ivy had 6. Story had 7. Rob had none. What's up with that??7
7. The beach in Alabama is white, but windy.
- I only went for a brief walk one day, and a 30 minute excursion with the kids to make sand castles the next. Of course, the kids abandoned the sand castle after about 3 minutes and 12 seconds and went on to make "sand angels" for the remainder of the time. The sand was pretty until it got in my eyes, my teeth, and some other places I don't talk about at parties.
- Is it possible that it takes twice as long to leave Alabama as it did to get there? Maybe there's some kind of space-time-continuum that keeps you in the state longer when you try to leave.
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