The Banana came home with her school pictures today. We pulled out her class picture, and she spent several minutes giving me the low-down analysis of all the shoes worn by the kids in the front row on the picture.
I often choose not to vote on election day, but this time I was rather impassioned, and arrived in the early morning at my precint to vote for tax increases to keep my library branches open, fund my parks and give more money to the impoverished public school district. There is nothing like library closures to get me all riled up.
The Banana learned about voting at school today. The location of her preschool is also a voting precint location, and they take the kids on a tour of the voting process. The Banana was especially enamored with the privacy voting boxes and most defintely taken with the big machine that “sucked in the paper” where you turned in your ballot. The Banana wore her “I voted” sticker on her shirt all day, and then decided to stick it to the front of her pajamas for good measure tonight. She was very excited to vote for snack today at preschool. She voted for rice cakes. Rice cakes won. She hoped everything I voted for won too. I was thrilled that the funding for parks and libraries passed. I was sad that the school funding measures did not pass.
Somehow our babysitter’s shoe got lost in our house. She left yesterday with one shoe and one sock foot and I couldn’t find her other shoe anywhere. The kidlets and I searched last night, and I did quite a bit of searching this morning too. Then The Banana came home from preschool this morning telling stories about the great shoe store that was set up in one of the preschool rooms this morning. The Banana played in the shoe store every opportunity she could muster, of course. She was particularly devastated that the pair of high heeled boots she tried to pretend to purchase did not fit her feet at all. The Banana has large feet for her age. She hates it when the good shoes are too small for her. Anyway, about ten seconds after the shoe story, The Banana came into the kitchen gleaming, declaring she had found the babysitter’s shoe, which was in her hand. After a bit of an inquisition, it became evident that not only had she found the missing shoe, she had also hid the missing shoe in a cupboard the day before. She’s sneaky like that, and she both loves that babysitter and didn’t want her to leave, and she really liked that babysitter’s shoe, which she really thought would look nice on her own feet.
Garden carrots really are just so much more amazing than grocery store carrots, aren’t they? Our neighbor gave us a few carrots the other day. They are so tasty. It makes you want to eat carrots because they taste good, not because you have to.
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