The day we went to the Renaissance Festival, we saw someone hurl a Coke can out the window of the car in front of us. I haven't seen such blatant littering in a long time, and blurted out "That &*^%$#$%^ pig". Of course Natalie wanted to know why I called him a pig, so I explained about littering and why it is bad.
Today, while driving home from school, she asked me to open the sun roof, so I did. At one point I was waving my hand out of it to make her laugh, when she asked me "Mommy, you aren't being a pig, are you?". Then, I took the kids on a walk/bike ride this afternoon. Someone's yard had a piece of trash in it, and she stopped her bike to say "Look Mommy, pigs".
I think I need to teach her the term litterbug!
After dinner, I was playing with the kids while Jon cleaned up. I was on my stomach on the ground, hid my face in a pillow and asked Oliver "Where's Mommy". Yeah. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, and yanked my head off the ground. I'll never do that again.
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