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Interviewing Katie

Me: Katie, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Katie: A dolphin diver. A diver.

Me: What do you have to do to be a dolphin diver?

Katie: You have to know all about dolphins.

Me: What do you know about dolphins?

Katie: Well, they're very intelligent. Once they saved a human. They are very fast swimmers.

Me: What else do you have to do to become a dolphin diver?

Katie: You have to know how to swim very fast to catch one!

Interviewing Buffy

Me: What do you want to be when you grow up?

Buffy: A princess!

Me: Why do you want to be a princess?

Buffy: Because I'm a girl. And I have long hair.

Me: What do princesses do?

Buffy: I don't actually know.

Me: What do you want to do when you're a princess?

Buffy: I want to sleep. Because I'm going to be Sleeping Beauty and fall into an enchanted sleep.

Me: Why are you going to be Sleeping Beauty?

Buffy: Because I like sleep*!! And I have the dress. And Daddy doesn't have the dress.

*this is a flat-out lie

Project Runways

Like anyone with a sewing machine (or even just a TV), I love Project Runway. While Heidi Klum sorts her house, I've been watching Project Runway Canada on YouTube. It's fun, it's good. Sunny will obviously win, even though the producers have done their best to drum up drama by overpromoting Jessica. I like Jessica, but Sunny's in a different league. Like Jasper from Project Catwalk (UK). The more I watch of these shows (apparently Project Runway Phillipines is awesome, so that's next on the list), the more I realise that Cristian Siriano is a prodigy. Absolute fashion genius.

I knew he was special at the time, but he made it look so easy, I didn't fully realise his genius.

I felt compelled to say that.

Regan

Duckies

I just came downstairs to see the girls chatting aimiably at the table over toast that Katie made for them both. She got the bread and remembered to close the fridge door. She toasted the bread and was careful not to burn it. She got Marmite for Buffy, honey for herself, and put the jars away. In short, there was nothing left for me to do. Brilliant!

What were they chatting about? Maths. There's this gameshow we all like called Get 100, where the goal is to get all of your numerical answers to add up to 100 before anyone else. We play it on the long walk to school most everyday. When I came downstairs, I found Katie quizzing Buffy about ducks. Buffy likes duck questions.

Katie asked, "Buffy, if there are three ducks in the pond, and one more flies in, how many ducks are there?"

Buffy counted on Katie's fingers and said, "Four!"

Then Katie said, "What about if there are two ducks in the pond and two more ducks fly in?"

Buffy shouted, "Four!" She continued, "Two plus two is four! And two plus two plus two plus two is eight!"

That's my girl! (Actually, that's Andrew's girl, but I'm glad they're mine, too.)

Paper, paper everywhere

I'm knee-deep in metaphorical paper. I'm writing a 5,000-worder on effective transition of foreign language teaching from primary to secondary school. Fun, right? I'm almost ready to give it to my Big Picture Guy (Andrew). Once it's a whole paper, he'll read it and tell me where I need to tighten, what I've missed and where I've completely missed the point. Then I go back to my Detail Lady (Gramma), who will give me brilliant tips on grammatical structure and vocabulary. The woman has a thesaurus for a brain. So awesome.

I write, I delete, I write some more. I am hovering right around the requisite 5,000 words, but still I'm not done. I have exactly one week from today to turn this in. That would be hard enough if it weren't for the other two big projects I have to either hand in or have a meeting about next week. It is so hard to be a good parent and a good student. Something's gotta give.

My solution has been playdates with friends, sometimes with the TV or computer. They've been trusty babysitters. The funny thing about friend playdates is that I always think they'll be more work, and they're always less. I wish I could remember one of these key lessons of parenting. It's like a lesson for life: Let people in. Bring them in and let them make your life easier.

Hm, wonder if I can work that into my paper...

Seeking Helpful Tips

Does anyone know how to get a whole bunch of Play-Doh out of the toe of a shoe?

Thanks!

Regan

PS Oh yes, she did.

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