This last month included a lot: a visit from Stacy and Vivi, and then other WR friends Gretchen and Amy and their kiddos; her first viewing of MJ's "Thriller," and also the dance scene from the movie 13 Going On 30; Halloween parties galore, dressed as an astronaut; Presidential debates and the (surprising) election and the aftermath; many play dates, mostly with Mila; a visit from one of Grandma Nancy's BFFs in the Bay Area, Gina; a visit from the Franzke Fam; a few viewings of Frozen; hanging out with the Mennes; writing nightly "gratitude leaves"; spending a half-day at work with Mama; several good Daddy Saturday's including a full day at the Unified soccer tournament; and a Wonder Woman obsession.
For whatever reason, I didn't write down as many things that she said this month. I'm sure it is, at least in part, related to how caught up I've been in politics. So for posterity's sake I will again include some of those quotes or anecdotes here, too.
At the playground on the teeter-totter with friends, some boys ran up and said, "we're superheroes, we'll save you!" To which Francie responded: "we don't need saving."
"I'm the decider!" she exclaims this evening, her towel wrapped around her post-bath body like a judge's robe. "And tomorrow Hillary will be President!"
Francine, the morning after the election, comes to my room after eating breakfast with her daddy: "Trump won," she says, kind of sadly or stoicly.
Me: "I know."
Her: "That's sad. And scary."
Me: "Yeah, it is."
Her: "But I'm brave. We're brave."
And later: "Bravery is when we do something even though we are scared."
Sitting at the dinner table, I'm telling Alex about an article I submitted to ScaryMommy.com, even though I was rejected last time, and then about the first American author who won the Booker prize, and how his book was apparently rejected more than a dozen times first. "Speaking of Elsa," she interjects, brilliantly, "... her long braid ..."
To Josie: "You can't have that. It's my dad's iPad. He uses it for going poop." #truthteller
Stac (and Gretch) reads to Vivi, Kennedy, and Francie, none of whom stayed in the bed long enough to constitute a "sleepover."
She trick-or-treated the entirety of our street, Logan Court, and 53rd; she got to choose "4.5" pieces of candy, like her age (but of course I let her have about double)
She went to work at Cornell Estates with me one Thursday because she didn't feel well enough for school (or so she said)
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