Lord Help Me

Alice has been home this week for her school's Spring break.  Consequently, the girls have been spending more time together which has lead to good blog fodder for me.

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Two mornings ago, Alice decided to teach Angela how to draw.  Apparently, those seven months I taught English to high school kids while pregnant were internalized in utero.  Or, perhaps, she is just bossy- take your pick.  Anyway, it was amusing to witness this instruction unfold.  Alice was pretty patient until she realized that her student was more interested in eating raisins.  Exasperated, Alice exclaimed, "Angela, if you eat more raisins you will have to deal with a big poopage."  Angela, unfazed, continued her raisin eating. 

Those lessons on digestion that were part of her school's body unit obviously made a big impression on Alice.

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A rainy day this week lead us to explore a new birthday place nearby.  It has lots of those inflatable slides and bouncy houses (read- great way to exhaust children).  I put Angela into one of the obstacle ones and waited outside.  She is generally pretty brave and enjoys stuff like this.  Plus, there was a very nice male attendant on duty who would fish out the little ones who got stuck.  After about five minutes or so, he emerged with a smiling Angela who went right back in.  I waited and again the young man fished her out.  She went right back in and once again the attendant emerged from the bouncy caverns with my daughter in his arms.  As I watched this unfold, I looked at Angela only to realize that she was flirting with the gentleman.  The coy glance, the sweet smile...that little sneak.  She was in charge of this situation all along (at least until I realized her ploy). 

When I spoke to John later that night, I informed him of his daughter's use of feminine wiles.  I dread when she is old enough to date.