Well, What Would You Do?

I have laryngitis. I went to school and taught 8th graders while I had laryngitis. Then I came home and ate lots of chocolate. It seemed reasonable at the time.

Seriously, it was not as bad as it could have been. (Let us pause here and consider how little that last sentence actually says. Picture yourself teaching 37 8th graders. Teaching them English. While you can't talk. So what I'm saying is, it didn't actually reach the seventh level of Hell. Midway through the sixth, maybe.)


But that's not what I came here to tell you. I came here to tell you about the grandchildren. Saturday was The Athlete's 3rd birthday party. You all remember The Athlete, of course. Here she is:

When she's not doing backyard gymnastics she looks like this:

 
The Athlete is super strong and made of muscle. She can climb anything and usually does. BUT, she is totally a girly girl. She loves playing dress up and Minnie Mouse is her favorite person on earth. So for her birthday she got lots of girly stuff.

The Athlete and her tiara.

 The Princess drove with us to her cousin's party. She jabbered endlessly entertained us all with her lively chatter for the entire 90-minute drive. As lively as only a 5-year-old can be.

Princess (pointing out the window): Are those really cows?
Me: Yes, of course they're cows.
Princess: I thought they were yaks!

.....because California is known for its yaks??? And where did she hear about yaks anyway?

Princess: Look. Look.
Me: What, sweetheart?
Princess: Nothing. I'm just saying look.

Well, of course. Silly Grandma.

So I just smiled and hugged her. Well, what would you do?