MOG’s birthday party: 8 girls in my house, ages 8 through 10, playing beauty spa and screaming. A lot.
Little girls scream. They scream A LOT.
I love being the parents that throw fun creative birthday parties. She’s certainly loving it.
I, however, may need therapy. Like, Jack Daniels therapy.
Yesterday at her ballet recital, I threatened to stand on my seat and cheer to embarrass MOG. She said, “Number 1, you’re heavy and will break the chair. Number 2, they would be looking at you, not me.”
Huh.
I love my little smart-ass.
So… I took MOG to chess club at the library tonight. She learned a lot but mainly giggled with a new girl friend she met. I, however, almost lost at chess to a 10 year old boy. He had me on the ropes but I suckered him into taking my rook while I snuck a checkmate at the other end of the board. I haven’t played in 20 years, so maybe I’ll try to brush up before I take on a re-match… or… shudder… an adult.
Very Vocal Viking 