Bobbinisms for Today
A doggie named what?
Tomorrow kicks off an entire week of Show and Tell at Bobbin's school. Every day of the week next week the kids get to bring in something special from home and talk about it with the class. I asked Bobbin what she was going to bring to school for show and tell. She ran to her room and came back out carrying her stuffed toy german shepherd. I asked if she remembered where she got it, and when she replied no I told her that it was a gift from Grandma Anne and Grandpa Jerry when she was still inside my tummy, and that we named it Baby Diva because it looked just like their dog Diva when she was a puppy.
Bobbin thought a moment and said "Well, it's my puppy now so I get to choose the name, and instead of Baby Diva, I've decided to call her Baby Jesus. Now excuse me Mommy, 'cause I have to go tuck Jesus into bed".
I'm anticipating some polite questioning, or at the very least some sideways glances, when I go pick Bobbin up at school tomorrow.
And if/when I ever do set foot in a catholic church again, I might just have to go into the confessional to find out what the appropriate penance is for raising your daughter to believe that the Son of God was a canine.
Or... maybe she's onto something. I mean, God is Dog spelled backwards, right?
Phrases that get your attention during playdates
Bobbin went over to her best bud, "Z"'s house. Z is a friend from her old daycare and she's known him since she was 3 months old. They've kept in touch even after Bobbin moved to her new school, and they get together every so often to play. As the two of them ran off to tease the dog and play chase, Z's mom and I sat in the kitchen chatting. There was the usual ruckus emanating from the room in which Z, Bobbin and Z's brother were playing. It sounded like some sort of ball rolling game. Background noise.
Until all of a sudden we heard Bobbin pipe up in her authoritative and tone, "Z, don't aim it at my EYE" which I imagine was followed by an unspoken "Hello? Jeeez. What were you thinking?"
Z's mom and I casually wandered into the living room and found Z poised, arm in the air, getting ready to let loose with a little bouncy superball, and Bobbin standing at the far side of the room (and I might add, standing in front of a large, glass, picture window) holding her hands out as if she was actually seriously going to attempt to catch it.
We decided at that point, it was time for them to do draw pictures or do puzzles.
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