In Music class today, I introduced a new song to Grumpy. It was a French song and Grumpy immediately refused to sing it. I was confused and asked him why. He said, "The French don't like us." I laughed and said, "Why do you think they don't like us?" He became agitated and said, "Because they don't! We've been in a war with them. Bashful told me!" (Bashful had just learned about the French and Indian War.) "But, Grumpy," I said, "we haven't been in a war with France for hundreds of years. Our countries are friendly now." "No!" he said, "They don't like us! The Franks are our enemies! (He had learned about the Franks in History.) The Muslims don't like us either and why am I learning about them in History?" He became even more agitated and tears almost came to his eyes. "WHY AM I LEARNING ABOUT BAD GUYS??" he yelled. I was stumped with that one, but I had a ready answer. The answer that I always have to those kind of questions. "Because I said so," I said.
They instructed me to make sure I have a full bladder on arriving for my ultrasound. Ha. I almost laughed in their faces. Pregnant me plus a full bladder equals a disaster. On my son's birthday back in March, I had to drive all the kids home afterward. I had drunk a lot of water and couldn't believe I had forgotten what happens to me when I drink too much water with no bathroom nearby when I'm pregnant. I counted the minutes till I got home all the while breaking the law and speeding trying to keep in mind not to drive too recklessly screaming at the poky people in front of me. It brought to mind the very first time I experienced a full bladder as a pregnant woman. It was my first baby and my husband was in the Air Force. So, when we had an ultrasound we went to the Academy in Colorado Springs. They told me to drink an astronomical amount of water before I came. I did so and then we started out for the half hour drive to the hospital. By the time we were on the ...
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