Me: I will pick you up on your wedding day. Frances: No, you won’t! I’m never going to get married…I want to be an old maid with 12 cats. (August 2015 / 8 years old)
Frances: During a zombie apocalypse, I wouldn’t trust you to watch me while I sleep. I think you would lie down and read and eventually fall asleep. If I wake up dead during a zombie apocalypse, I’ll blame you.
Frances: What do you do in case of a garden gnome apocalypse? (March 2016)
Frances: It just seems so strange. Me: What does? Frances: To be on a planet…
Frances: I wish I was a frog — they can hop like nobody’s business. And really, it’s nobody’s business how high you can hop, right?
Frances: Will you teach me how to make your coffee in the morning? Me: You want to learn to make me coffee? Her: I want to learn something. My life is so boring.
Today, at camp, Frances is supposed to be making piñatas. Sounds fun, right? She has been talking about it for the past couple of days, and only this morning did I realize that she hasn’t been informing us as much as she has been expressing anxiety. Pink Cup Dad and I tried unsuccessfully to convinceContinue reading “On the piñata”
I took Frances to a fair today by myself: I was either brave or foolhardy, I don’t know which. The bells, speakers, whistles, loud music, strangers, people talking to her — what could go wrong? Right? Well, now, she surprised me. She was afraid of the noises at first, but we stayed at her request.Continue reading “Fairing well”
Lots of drama yesterday when Frances found this in a toy bin. She actually threw it out which, in itself, is incredible.
Frances: What would it be like if we had a playroom the size of our house? Me: What makes you think we don’t?