Imogen and I have been reading Ellen Tebbits by Beverey Cleary at bedtime. Ellen aspires to clap eraser brushes at recesses (as we all did!)
Imogen: What's a blackboard?
Me: It's what we had at school when I was a kid. Our teachers wrote on it with chalk and had special brushes to erase the chalk.
Imogen: Mom, did you take too many painkillers because you are talking crazy.
Officially feel OLD.
Friday, July 25, 2014
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
July 8, 2014
I agreed to deliver items collected at my boss's Canada Day pancake breakfast to the Food Bank. Today Imogen, Julius, and I took everything in.
Me, gesturing at a large box marked 'Donations', to woman behind desk: Should we put these things in that cardboard box?
Woman: No. Just set them on the ground here, we'll weigh them before they get put in the supply.
Imogen: They're from Laurie Blakeman! We're delivering for her!
Woman: Oh, she's an MP or something, right?
Me: MLA, actually.
Imogen: Don't you know what an MLA... [stopped by my lips pursed and finger to them, signalling 'stop.'
After, in car.
Imogen: Mom, why didn't that woman know who Laurie Blakeman is? Why didn't she know the difference between an MP and an MLA? Mom, an MLA is a Member of the Legislative Assembly and an MP is a Member of Parliament and Laurie is not a Member of Parliament. Why didn't she know that? Why did you shush me?
Me: Imogen, you know a lot more about politics than most children your age.
Imogen: So? She wasn't a child my age.
Me: That's true, but a lot of grown ups aren't aware of politics; they don't follow politics. I think you might know more than some adults.
Imogen: You mean she doesn't vote?!
Me: I didn't say that she doesn't vote. We don't know that. I only mean that she might not know about politicians who aren't representing her. Lots of adults don't know things like that.
Imogen: How can they not know? That is crazy, Mom. People should know things so they can make intelligent choices when they vote. You told me that the last time you voted.
Me: I did tell you that and I do think people should inform themselves, but not everyone does. And not everyone votes. In fact, in our elections, not enough people vote, only about 60%.
Imogen: That's only a little bit over half. That's stupid.
Me: It's not good, that's for sure.
Imogen: Mom, I still want to be in the Olympics for curling and figure skating and ballet [please note: Imogen does not participate in any of these activities] and I want to be an ice cream scientist, but I've decided something.
Me: What's that?
Imogen: I think I need to be an MLA too. I think I need to work with Laurie Blakeman.
Me: I think you would be a great politician Imogen, but I'm not sure you can be an Olympic athlete in all those sports AND be a politician. Also? I think that probably Laurie won't be a politician any more by the time you are old enough to enter politics.
Imogen: Well now you're talking crazy too, Mom, because Laurie needs to be an MLA forever and I am going to work with her. All my friends at school will be jealous because I will be an MLA with the best MLA ever. Well, except me. I might be better. And I think you should let me get earrings because Laurie has earrings.
(File under: Conversations not anticipated)
Me, gesturing at a large box marked 'Donations', to woman behind desk: Should we put these things in that cardboard box?
Woman: No. Just set them on the ground here, we'll weigh them before they get put in the supply.
Imogen: They're from Laurie Blakeman! We're delivering for her!
Woman: Oh, she's an MP or something, right?
Me: MLA, actually.
Imogen: Don't you know what an MLA... [stopped by my lips pursed and finger to them, signalling 'stop.'
After, in car.
Imogen: Mom, why didn't that woman know who Laurie Blakeman is? Why didn't she know the difference between an MP and an MLA? Mom, an MLA is a Member of the Legislative Assembly and an MP is a Member of Parliament and Laurie is not a Member of Parliament. Why didn't she know that? Why did you shush me?
Me: Imogen, you know a lot more about politics than most children your age.
Imogen: So? She wasn't a child my age.
Me: That's true, but a lot of grown ups aren't aware of politics; they don't follow politics. I think you might know more than some adults.
Imogen: You mean she doesn't vote?!
Me: I didn't say that she doesn't vote. We don't know that. I only mean that she might not know about politicians who aren't representing her. Lots of adults don't know things like that.
Imogen: How can they not know? That is crazy, Mom. People should know things so they can make intelligent choices when they vote. You told me that the last time you voted.
Me: I did tell you that and I do think people should inform themselves, but not everyone does. And not everyone votes. In fact, in our elections, not enough people vote, only about 60%.
Imogen: That's only a little bit over half. That's stupid.
Me: It's not good, that's for sure.
Imogen: Mom, I still want to be in the Olympics for curling and figure skating and ballet [please note: Imogen does not participate in any of these activities] and I want to be an ice cream scientist, but I've decided something.
Me: What's that?
Imogen: I think I need to be an MLA too. I think I need to work with Laurie Blakeman.
Me: I think you would be a great politician Imogen, but I'm not sure you can be an Olympic athlete in all those sports AND be a politician. Also? I think that probably Laurie won't be a politician any more by the time you are old enough to enter politics.
Imogen: Well now you're talking crazy too, Mom, because Laurie needs to be an MLA forever and I am going to work with her. All my friends at school will be jealous because I will be an MLA with the best MLA ever. Well, except me. I might be better. And I think you should let me get earrings because Laurie has earrings.
(File under: Conversations not anticipated)
Monday, June 16, 2014
June 16, 2014
**If you don't like to see/hear a child swear, do not read this post.**
Imogen, looking over my shoulder as I type: Mom, what is a PC?
Me: They're a political party. PC means Progressive Conservative. They are in charge of Alberta right now and have been for a long time.
Imogen: They're the ones who are mean to teachers and want to pollute our environment! They did residential schools too!
Me: Yes. And other things too.
Imogen: I think they should be called the Poo-head Conservatives. Or the Shithead Conservatives. That would be better. Are they so dumb that they don't know what progressive means?
Touche, my little girl!
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014
Imogen: Do you like homemade cards, Mom? What about MamaJen, does she?
Me: Oh yes, homemade cards are our favourites.
Imogen, face falling: Oh no. I have schoolmade cards for you for Mothers' Day.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
April 30, 2014
Imogen: I think I know why the wolf chased the three little pigs.
Me: Oh yeah, why?
Imogen: Think about it, Mommy. Everyone knows wolves like bacon.
Monday, April 21, 2014
April 21, 2014
I took the kids for a walk in the river valley. Imogen pretended to walk the tightrope on the line painted on the paved bicycle path.
Imogen: Remember Mirette on the Highwire? Was she fictitious or real?
Me: I don't remember, it's been a while since we read that book. I remember that the man who taught her was a real tightrope walker though.
Imogen: The Great Bellini!
Me: Yes, I think that was his name. We'll look up Mirette when we get home. You have such a good memory, Imogen!
Fast forward to bedtime. I am reading Imogen the 3rd book in the series The Incorrigible Children of Ashton Place. We are on Chapter 12.
Me: blah blah blah Cassiopiea said blah blah...
Imogen, interrupting: Who is Cassiopiea?
Me: One of the three Incorrigible Children, the main characters in the series we have been reading.
Imogen: Oh, I forgot. You may proceed.
What the.?!
Friday, April 18, 2014
April 18, 2014
I came home with a bouquet of flowers for MamaJen than included pussywillows.
Imogen: You even got MamaJen some pussies!
Me: We don't really say that, Imogen.
Imogen: I say it for short for pussywillow. It also means kitty.
Me: Okay. But in North America a lot of people use the words pussy or pussies to mean vagina or vaginas. It's mostly just in England that people say pussy for kitty.
Imogen: Well then why don't we call the plant a vaginawillow?
Why now, indeed!
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