We took a walk to the coffee shop yesterday– E and R got their very first iced frappachino since they didn’t have any of the organic vanilla or chocolate milk that they usually get. They both seemed to be very happy with the idea of having their very own coffee though. They were really cute.
We went out into the little gazebo outside the shop with our coffees, and on the way we had to step over a huge pile of broken glass just outside the gazebo. Of course the girls were very curious about it –especially since they were told to not go anywhere near it. E was especially curious and stood there for several minutes staring at it all. We had a small discussion about how the glass could possibly have gotten there and who did it, etc. E was eventually satisfied with an elaborate explanation that she devised by herself. She said that a bunch of people must have all been carrying some nice pretty glass things, and they all bumped into eachother in that spot.
On the walk home, the girls picked lots of flowers. With a huge bunch of flowers in her hand, E said, “Mommy, I love you so much. I’m going to give you all of these flowers, and I am giving them to you for no reason at all”.
The poor girl actually had a rough day. I found a small tick on her belly that afternoon, and during the process of trying to get it off, she passed out! I guess the whole idea of having a tick on her was just too much. I layed her down onto the carpet and she came to –asking for peanuts. I gave her some water and peanuts, and she started to feel better after sitting on the sofa for several minutes. She denies that her fainting had anything to do with the tick though. She said that she must have just really needed to eat some peanuts.
I’m guessing she inherited the fainting genes from me. I have passed out many times in my life, and the first time was when I was very young also. It was after a fairly gruesome scene from an old pre-70’s version of Dracula. The second time I passed out was in 5th grade while my school teacher was reading a book to the class and got to a graphic scene with an ax going into a boy’s stomach. I can’t remember the name of the book for the life of me– does anyone else remember this book?
At dinner time we told M all about our day and about the tick, etc. etc. Then I turned to E and asked if she wanted to tell Papa what she and R got to drink at the coffee shop.
Her whole face lit up and she exclaimed, “A Crappachino!”