Aletheia: “There’s no more blooooood. There’s only dried bloooood.” (sung to the tune of “We Are the World”)
And that was bath-time this evening.
Our library’s statement on the events in Charlottesville this past weekend. tl;dr: Libraries are not neutral. We stand with those who fight for inclusion.
Aletheia: The adults don’t like it when I say “oh my god Becky look at her butt.”
Me: Yes, they do. They just don’t admit it.
Me: What’s that all over your shirt?
Aletheia: Blood. But it’s all mine.
[Playing hide and seek with Aletheia’s toys]
Aletheia: Daddy, I can’t find it.
Me: Well, you’ll just have to keep looking.
Aletheia [with head cocked to side and hands on hips]: Daddy, did you put the toy somewhere you’re not supposed to put it?
Aletheia: Daddy, are you going to work tonight?
(Aletheia likes it when I work late because I usually sit at my desk which is located outside her bedroom. So now she is basically “you-should-be-writing” shaming me.)
I had a dream last night that Jeff Goldblum was trying to seduce me. I would have been OK with that except at the last minute he took off his mask to reveal himself to be Jeff Bridges. I’m not OK with that.