Accents and Other Zaniness (I don't think that's a word, but I use crazy too much)

The girls have had a couple new or substitute teachers at daycare the last couple weeks. When I got there to pick them up today, Jenny said, "There she is - ask my mom!" The Jenny told me that her teacher didn't believe they were born here because they have British accents. I told her that they were in fact born at the hospital in Winston-Salem, and they just sometimes have strange ways that they talk. Jenny talked about her accent all the way home.

Last week, Reagan's teacher told me what a trip she was when I got there to pick them up. Reagan told her the following things:

-Her mom is named Katie, and she's 40.
-Her dad is named Lee, and he's 30.
-Her dad's dad died.

Her teacher noticed that I didn't seem to be 40, and then told me how sorry she was to hear about my husband's dad. I told her we were doing okay since that happened 15 years ago. And then Jenny yelled at Reagan and told her they weren't supposed to talk about things like that.

Reagan is suddenly obsessed with her dead grandfather for some reason, and she calls him Brankley. Yesterday, she sat with me looking at pictures on Charlotte's flickr site, and telling me how much she misses Brankley. I said, "Really? Cause you didn't know him?" And she said, "Well, he is my granddaddy. Of course I miss him." Sweet, but odd.