Saturday, March 24, 2007

As Fast as a What?

On the way home from school Friday, D2 begged me to go to the local copy store. I know it is an unusual request for a second-grader. However, let me explain that it is not because she had any plans to increase the demand for the merciless death of helpless trees. It is the 25-cent gumball machine in the front corner by the window that continues to attract her fancy.
Now when I say "begged" you need to understand the intensity with which she petitioned this favor. From the time she climbed in the Yukon, while we waited for D1 and S2, and then for friend of D1, and then friend of S2, and for friend of S2's scooter, and for all backpacks and arms and legs to be safely stowed inside the vehicle, and then while we drove out of the school parking lot, and veered right down the first street, and then took a left turn down the next street, she did not stop pleading, "Can we go to Copy Right, please, please, please, please, please, please can we go to Copy Right, please, please, please, please, please." This she repeated incessantly.
Finally, I could not take the repetition anymore, not to mention the fact that her constant jabber was making it difficult to focus on the AM Talk Radio commentary screeching over my car speakers. So I momentarily turned down the volume, and spoke to D2 very calmly yet firmly, "We are not going to Copy Right. No matter how many times you ask, that is my final answer and it will not change at all today." D2 paused and then replied in a solemn voice, "But, Mom. I'll be as fast as a chicken. I promise."


  1. Well, chickens are very fast. Did you give in?

  2. I am a woman of my word aka The Meanest Mom in the Whole Wide World. Which is probably why I received a love letter from D2 just yesterday that read: "I have a brokn hart. I hat you. I hat you."

  3. lol! Too cute! thanks for leaving the spelling errors, and hang in there :)

  4. Thanks for the encouragment, Eve. You all should read Eve's own blog about hanging in there.

  5. Ditto, Deborah! Thanks for the link

  6. I love the spelling errors of children. Once my daughter who was finishing up a week at camp presented me with a fantastically made invitation. I read... "Please come to my shit" followed by the date and time. I have saved this precious invitation... I think it will be sitting out at her wedding. (The SKIT by the way has been put on home video for posterity)

    youngest sister Kim

  7. Dear Anonymous AKA Youngest Sister Kim,
    Skit Happens.


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