Overheard in the WWOI

We were watching the cooking channel the other day and they were in Manhattan and the narrator dude mentioned the nickname "the city that never sleeps".

Isabelle got wide-eyed and shouted, "The CITY that never SLEEPS????? Oh I'm totally moving THERE when I'm an adult. Then I NEVER have to go to bed AGAIN!!!"

Overheard in the WWOI

We were in a restaurant just recently (gee, go figure) and Isabelle had to go potty. She and I are walking across the restaurant and she is grabbing and pulling at her crotch. So I leaned over and whispered, “Hey, stop grabbing yourself, it's not lady like in public.”

To which, Isabelle replied, at a normal voice level, “Mommy, I’m not grabbing my bagina because I have to go potty. I'm  just grabbing it because I'm sweaty and my underpants are STICKING to my bagina!”

Ohhhhh, well in that case, carry on girlfriend!

Gen Digital?

I'm not sure what our kid's generation will be labeled when they get out of school and start looking for jobs. It seems every 10 years or so produces a new label. This one will likely have something to do with the digitial reliance, social media, connectedness we all share.

We were saying goodbye to the last group of friends in Maryland yesterday. Five-year-old Clare was giving goodbye hugs to almost-five-year-old Izzi. Clare informed me that she got Izzi's picture in the mail. (I had totally forgotten that we had mailed one, so it was cute that she remembered to say something.) Here is how that conversation went:

Clare: I got Izzi’s picture she sent in the mail.

Jen: Oh, Good! Did you like it?

Clare: Yes! I loved it.

Jen: Well, you and Izzi will be reading and writing really soon so you can start mailing letters back and forth to each other. It's called penpals!

Clare: OR, you could just set up a video chat...

(Well, DUH, Miss Jen, why didn’t YOU think of that!)