Testing the Avian Psyche

As Siana and I were outside waiting for the bus this morning, she unsuccessfully attempted to chase down a bird. She came back to my side, and after a few moments and sidelong glances, she nonchalantly said, "I like flies better than birds." She looked around and calmly made this statement a couple more times before I asked, "You really like flies better than birds?" She looked at me, (and if she had known how to waggle her eyebrows, she would have done so) and said, head bowed toward me, voice soft and low, "I'm just saying that so the bird hears me." She then proceeded to shuffle ever so inconspicuously toward the bird, still repeating her mantra, until she suddenly made a run for it at her 5-year-old breakneck speed toward the bird who disinterestedly looked up and lazily flapped to the nearest branch. Next time bird, next time.

Part Supermodel/Part Pirate/Part Commercial

The girls decided to play fashion show today...here's how it started:

Kyra announcing for Siana:
"Here she comes folks, modeling her beautiful school look! She's coming back up the runway now...isn't she gorgeous??? Up next, model Kyra!"

Siana announcing for Kyra:
"She walks the plank! Gorgeous, baby! She's far away! She's awesome! She's poseable!"

Call the Exterminator

Siana quote of the day: "Mommy, are these bumps on my tongue the tastebugs?"

Faster than the speed of...

At dinner this evening, Kyra looks over at a TV on the wall and says, "I think that's NASA." I look over at it and reply confusedly, "What?" She looks again and says, "I think that's NASA...racing..." I fight the chuckle...hard...and reply, "Oh yeah...NASCAR." LOVE that girl.

Don't Skirt the Issue

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."

Today’s Champions

I absolutely love going to stores during the holidays. People are just awesome. On this particular day, I feel the need to thank 3 different people who made my day memorable, as well as enjoyable.

So thank you to:
1. the cashier who found opportunity to use the phrase "Flippin' A" on 3 different occasions during a 2-minute transaction.

2. the lady in Starbucks with a loud, running, very typical approximately 1 1/2 year old who said to her child "Stop screaming...why don't you just meditate for a few minutes?"

3. the guy who got the very last something-in-a-big-square-box, hoisted it up onto his shoulder with a huge grin on his face, and hummed (in falsetto, mind you) the song "We are the Champions" as he walked away with his conquest.

You guys totally made my day! Love it!!!

Odd Employment Prospects

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."

Let Your Fingers Do the Walking

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!"