Frances: I don’t have a lot of patience. I’m not going to lie; I don’t.
Me (to myself): Good job!
Frances: Mum, if you don’t have somebody else’s input, that’s just an opinion. Just saying. No offence.
(September 9, 2015 / 8 years)
Frances: How many people get into Yale in a year? Do you think it’s too early for me to be thinking about which university I want to go to?
Frances: ‘Call me Ishmael’ – I love it!
She started reading Moby Dick the other night, and I didn’t reveal my reaction of surprise.
Frankly, she doesn’t usually pick up (or even express an interest in) classic 19th-century literature at bedtime, but lately she will read aloud one small passage before turning to her more usual books of choice.
Then, last night, she found an audio version of Pride and Prejudice. She asked, “What is prejudice?” and “What is pride?” and then she fell asleep listening to the novel.
So, all this to say that our bedtime routine is changing to include more reading — and it’s a little surprising.
Frances: I think Daddy wants even my dollhouse to be neat!
Me: Oh, why?
Frances: I think it’s OCD.
Frances: Was time made up by humans? I still haven’t figured out what we are. Until I figure it out, I’m probably going to be behind in math.