Listen Up

Most of the time, the Howler is listening to A) the beat of her own drum; B) the sound of her own voice; C) her parents talking, which sounds very much like the adults' voices in Peanuts.

We recently discovered that she also listens in church. To the readings. And maybe the sermon. Okay, sometimes the sermon, especially if she can apply it to giving me hell.

Anyway, since she's in AWANA and has to do daily devotions, and I got elected to handle that particular Sunday evening's reading, I chose to repeat the lessons read that morning in church. She didn't comment on the book, chapter, or verse information.

Three words into the actually reading itself, she sez, "Hey! We already read this today in church!"

She's not listening to me, but she's listening to God. Save me.

Howlerisms

The Howler has a gift for slaughtering the English langridge. Always has. Added to the unique way she views the world, it's really something. She's also got a 3rd grade attitude going on...and it's really something, too.

Last night during dinner, My Sweetie was using the pronoun "we" while detailing what needed done for that evening.

The Howler, after hearing the exhaustive list (it was two things, I think,) asks him, "Who's this 'we' you're talking about? You and the squirrel in your pocket?"

Christmas Notes

I know I even missed orthodox Christmas, but you gotta know:

Christmas eve, for various reasons, I put on make up. Even tastefully, carefully, and conservatively done, everyone else thought I looked good.

The Howler, however, sez, "MOMMY! GO WASH YOUR FACE!"

I sez, "No, baby, I just put on make up."

The Howler replies, "I know and IT'S FREAKING ME OUT!"

Oh, how I love that girl!

Whatever!

So, Mr Mumple is still off, until Wednesday. He picked the Howler up after school today.

He sez, "We have about a cute little girl. She came running to the car, all smiling and happy."

I sez, "Well, she likes you more than she likes me."

He sez, "Yeah. And I can see why."