Parental Avoidance

Devin and Brent came up to me the other day while I was unloading the dishwasher. "Mom," they asked, "What is a period?"

My mind began to race. I'd waited too long for the talk. THIS was not the time. "Well," I said cautiously, " What do you think a period is?"

In instant unison, "20 minutes of hockey!"

Of course. They knew. They were just asking to see if I knew. It was all making sense now. I could relax.

"But," continued Brent, "there's this commercial on TV..."

I knew I wouldn't get off that easy. I knew exactly what they were talking about. "Have yourself a Happy Period" Of course they were confused. Not a hockey player in sight in that commercial. Time to ask another question.

"So," I once again started with great hesitation, "What did this commercial say?"

I can't remember the exact wording, but their reply was something like this.

"Dodge has the best trucks. Period"

Ahhhhhh. Sigh. Relief. We're not in health class. This is all about grammar! THAT I can handle!

So I jumped right in explaining how a period finishes a sentence, and they were using it to finish a conversation. No discussion. Dodge is the best. Nothing else to say. (Although I think the commercial may actually have been for Ford...but I just couldn't get myself to type those words in the same sentence)

Now, time to go and find those Health Class books to pass on to their father...

And now we have white!

The final stage in my "Changing Seasons" series.
It took a while to get a complete blanket, but here is a view of our backyard, winter style (in the middle of a snow storm!) And yes, I did open the patio door to take the shot...they were just REALLY big snow flakes!

Shannon turns 5

Birthdays are always exciting and much anticipated events. For the past number of weeks Shannon has been telling all who will listen that her birthday is coming up soon, and when they ask how old she will be she extends out a handful of extended fingers.

While getting her breakfast ready this morning she held up her hand with extended fingers again, counted the fingers, and commented to herself, "Well, I'm done with that hand, time to move on to the next one!"

Time to move on indeed. But not too quickly, please!

"I'll Love you Forever. I'll love you for always. As long as you're living, my baby you'll be!" (Robert Munsch)