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Tuesday, October 17, 2006


tera's delight


I'm sorry for the lack of posts. I just haven't had the energy. But this morning, I thought I'd drag my pathetic self upstairs to my office and make an attempt.

Tera's downstairs in hog heaven. Spread out before her is a gigantic pile of those annoying magazine inserts offering "deals" on everything from panty hose to garden hoses. Her dad was looking through the bulging packet of inserts last night, tossing one after the other on the floor, when she squealed.

"Oooh! Are you throwing those away?"

"Yep." When Dave is not in the pulpet, he's a man of few words; few syllables.

"Can I have them?" she asked.

"Yep."

But it was bedtime. Past bedtime, actually. So the coveted pile had to wait until this morning. And even though we need to be starting school soon, she whizzed herself down those stairs a la Tazmanian Devil the second her eyes flew open, grabbed a pen, and settled herself in front of the bounty.

Why, you might ask? I'll let Tera tell you in her own words: "I love those things. When I fill them out, I feel like I'm a businesswoman ... like I'm paying bills or something."

I'm ridiculously fond of Brussels sprouts--and few people can understand or relate to that, either--so I'm not going to comment on the strangeness of Tera's delight. I don't mind if she sits in her happy puddle of paper for awhile, giggling and x-ing out boxes. She can't stay there all day, mind you. I mean, if she's going to grow up to be an actual, bill-paying businesswoman, she's going to need to get a little more math under her belt. But she can have herself a brief party before I go back downstairs and ring my school bell. And after I've infused a bit of education in her, she can return to her pile. In fact, she can spend the whole rest of the day sitting on the living room floor, filling out those squares, if she likes ... as long as none of them actually find their way out to the mailbox.

We have all the panty hose and garden hoses we can handle at the moment.

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At 10/17/2006 9:53 AM, Blogger Priscilla49 had this to say ...

That's so cute! I did the same thing when I was a little girl -- I grew up to be a CPA. I secretly love filling out 1040's but that's not "challenging" enough for the other accountant's I work with, so don't tell, OK?

 
At 10/17/2006 10:20 AM, Blogger shannon had this to say ...

No, Priscilla ... your secret is safe with me. :)

 
At 10/17/2006 1:04 PM, Blogger Faerylandmom had this to say ...

LOL! If I didn't have 3 kids underfoot, I'd be on the floor filing out all those things too. I tell people I've outgrown it, but I haven't really. I just don't get to do it as often. :o)

 
At 10/21/2006 2:20 PM, Blogger Bill and Glory had this to say ...

Oh my goodness! This is fantastic...Elizabeth does the same thing (she's breathless in anticipation of the arrival of her first free pair of hosiery)!

I seem to find more of those career-in-a-postcard things in her room...and address label offers. I love our girls!

Glory

 
At 10/22/2006 11:43 PM, Blogger Janice (5 Minutes for Mom) had this to say ...

That is a riot! I would love anything that made my son sit still!!!

 
At 10/23/2006 7:01 AM, Blogger Macromoments had this to say ...

From one Brussels sprouts lover to another...
Tera's behavior isn't odd at all. When I was seven, my best friend and I sat on my front yard for three hours, notebooks in hand.

We created a chart with all the primary colors, and threw ourselves into the business of counting cars that sped past on the highway. Red cars, blue cars, yellow cars. People would honk and wave to the two girls at the little card table, and we thought we were doing something that would shake the world.

 

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