Liz’s thoughts on the Thanksgiving Day parade:
“MOM! We have to go there and watch the parade at there, outside! It’s in New York City. That’s where Sesame Street is! I will go there and ride on a float.”
But that wasn’t enough:
“Mom, maybe I could live at New York City. I could have an apartment with fabulous girlfriends in it, and I could watch the parade at my apartment or I could be on the Sesame Street float.” I asked her what her job would be, since living in NYC is expensive. “I could just be on TV all the time.”
I left the following message on Dad’s facebook wall: Your daughter is designing Punkin Chunkin machines, including one so big that the operator must take an elevator to the top of the machine to load it. She thinks you’ll build it, Twin Bro will “do the science and the maf,” and I will keep everyone safe. ^_^
(Dad is the type of guy who thinks “No User Serviceable Parts Inside” means “There is fun stuff for me to play with in here!”)
She kept talking about “flying dust” for the pumpkins. It took a little bit of ferreting out, but once she described putting the flying dust in the cannon to make the pumpkin go, I figured out that she was talking about gunpowder. “Oh, that’s okay, Mom. You’ll be there to keep everyone safe.”
Thanksgiving dinner itself, on our national bird:
Aunt: Did you know that our founding fathers almost made the wild turkey our national bird, instead of the bald eagle?
Liz: NO WAY.
Aunt: What do you think of that? Would you want a turkey as our national bird?
Liz: I don’t know.
Aunt: Well, what do you think of the bald eagle?
Liz: I don’t know, I’ve never tried it before.
Mom: Can you believe that?! There are people camping outside in tents, just so they can go to that store in the middle of the night and push and shove each other around to buy things they don’t need because they’re getting a deal.
Liz: Oh, yeah, Mom. We should do that so we could buy lots of things and get deals.
We did NOT go shopping. We went to the science museum instead. I took Liz to see the gems and minerals, which has become the Hall of Sparkly Things That Liz Really Really Wants.
“MOM!! Did you see all that gold? I want ALL OF IT. And the diamonds, and the amethysts because they’re purple and I like purple now, and the silver, and the crystals…Mom, you should write down that I want all that gold for Christmas.”
Twin Bro is applying to medical school and I’m helping him proofread his application essays:
Liz: What are you doing?
Mom: I’m helping Twin Bro with his medical school application. He’ll be telling medical schools why they should teach him how to be a doctor, so his answers need to be written well, with no mistakes.
Liz: MOM. Why isn’t he going to be a scientist?
Mom: Well, because he likes people. He likes to be nice to people and help them. He wants to figure out why they’re sick and make them feel better and be healthy.
Liz: Oh, okay. Well, he should work at a kids doctor, so he could be nice to kids.