Jenny went on a field trip to Old Salem yesterday, which is similar to Colonial Williamsburg. I asked her how the field trip was, and she said, "You should have seen how those people dress!"
I said, "I know. They dress like people did a long time ago."
She said, "Not like people did a long time ago. Like they did. They're survivors from the flower ship. They're still alive."
I tried to explain that there is no way these are people who were on the Mayflower, but she, of course, doesn't believe me. I think it's funny that she is more likely to believe that these people are 400 years old than that I could be right.
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Jenny called Charlotte and Jo-Jo earlier this evening because she had some concerns about the cats. I don't know how she comes up with some of these things. She needed to talk to some cat experts about Cats and Santa Claus. Her concerns were:
1 - Will the cats try to scratch Santa Claus while he's bringing presents? Should she try to keep the cats upstairs on Christmas Eve?
2 - Will the cats try to eat the cookies and drink the egg nog she leaves out for Santa Claus? Should she put them in a box like a present for Santa so the cats can't get in?
I think Charlotte and Jo-Jo both made her feel better. Reagan attempted to ask Charlotte the same things, but I heard it as, "Does Santa Claus kill cats?"
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I was driving back from dropping Lucas off and listening to the girls, and I was wishing that I kept a tape recorder with me at all times. Here's what I remember of the conversation from the back seat:
Jenny and Reagan in whiny voices: I have to go to the bathroom. I've had to go the whole time. Why don't you ever stop?
Me: You didn't tell me you needed to stop.
Jenny: I didn't say anything because I thought that would slow us down, and I just wanted to get home.
Me: Well, I'm going as fast as I can. There's a policeman in front of that truck, so I can't go any faster.
Reagan: Is he going to kill us?
Me: No. Why would you think he's going to kill us? That's not what policemen do.
Jenny: Policemen protect us and keep us safe.
Reagan: What will he do about the crack?
Me: What are you talking about? What crack?
Jenny: She just means, if a crack opened up in the road and our car fell in, would the policeman pull us out?
Me: Oh. I'm not sure if that's what she meant, but I guess he would because policemen help people.
3 comments:
whoooaa. reagan must hear some crazy stories at day care. i like jenny's interpretation.
i wish i could understand them better on the phone. it's hard enough on cell phones to hear people who can pronounce words properly. so when they're talking, i have to concentrate so hard just to maybe get a few words.
Here's how I typically interpret a conversation with them on the phone:
Jenny: Hi ... school ... friend ... Reagan ... movie ... cats ... presents ... love you.
Reagan: Hi ... no ... food ... no ... food ... poop ... eat ... love you.
And even though that's all that I understand of the conversations, they are still awesome.
Any time we actually go somewhere away from the girls (or they go away from us - which is more likely), I feel so sorry for everyone who talks to them on the phone because I realize what they sound like. I can understand a little more of what they say because I'm used to them, but it's even difficult for me.
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