Tuesday, January 27, 2009

mi chan

They're so innocent, kids. They see so plainly what we twist to make complicated.
Miele likes reading. She reads the 'Franklin' books (about a turtle) and on the back, it shows all the books you can collect. She'll point to each one and ask, "which one is this, mama?"
One is about Franklin's messy room. I say, "look at how messy he is!" and Miele says back to me, "no, he's not. Only his room is messy."


We were in Canadian Tire the other week and we stopped down the toy aisle. Finally, after a good 10 minutes, Brian says, "Ok Miele, let's get going." And she looks up and him and snarkily says, " I'm just a kid!"
So hard not to laugh at that.