Sunday, December 26, 2010
Steven's family has a rich Scottish history, which goes as far back as being traced to Robert the Bruce. There is a Bruce family plaid, and Steven's dad has long wished to have a kilt made out of the family plaid. Well, this year for Christmas, he finally got his wish. As he pulled out the kilt from a gift bag, he was super excited and held it up for the rest of the family to see. As he said thank you to all of those involved in the purchase of the kilt, Siana very loudly pipes up with, "Ummmm...that looks like a skirt, dude."
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Siana and I were chatting in the car after I picked her up from school today when she commented that a boy in her class always pretends he has a gun and shoots things. She then went on to say that this particular boy says he wants to be a "Butt Puncher" when he grows up. This obviously gave me pause, and I asked her, "He wants to be a What?" She again said that he desired to be a Butt Puncher when he grows up. For further potential clarification, I asked her what a Butt Puncher does. Her response, "Um, somebody who goes around punching people in the bottom, I guess...???" After a brief pause during which I was racking my brain for solutions, I asked her, "Do you think he might have said 'Buck Hunter'...like a guy who hunts deer?" Another pause..."Oh. Maybe."
At the grocery store today, after I hefted 2 gallons of milk into our cart using only the forefingers on each hand (because it was cold!), Kyra looks at me in amazement and says, "Wow! You picked that milk up with one finger!!!" I chuckled and acknowledged that yeah, I did. She then says in awe, "You must have run track!"