Conversations

Yesterday in the car:

"I'm watching The Sound of Music," Genevieve said.

"Oh, is it past the part where they sing that big song?" Imogen said.

"No," Genevieve said.

Today at dinner:

"Did you know there is a haunted house right here in Missouri??" Imogen told me.

"Imogen's classmate has been to it," Genevieve said. "He almost died there!"

I laughed and said, "I doubt he almost died there."

"Those robots had guns!" Imogen said.

...

Bath time

Before: Cute and fuzzy.



During: Slightly scary.



After: Getting a bit better.

Friends for life, provided nothing goes wrong...

We were in the car yesterday and Imogen said to Genevieve, "Some day, when I get an apartment, you can live with me. You can be my roommate."

"If I know where you live," Genevieve said.

"I can drive you there," Imogen said. "We can share a car."

"If I like your apartment," Genevieve said, noncommittally.

"Well, we can look for a new apartment," Imogen said, in an effort to sweeten the deal. "We can go inside to look and see if we want it."

"We will knock first," Genevieve said.

"And Ben can visit us!" Imogen said.

"If he knows where we live," Genevieve said.

Does she have to poke holes in every plan, I thought.

Moody

I was recently griping at Imogen for having an attitude problem when she had no good reason to be. She's already so moody and temperamental, she's going to be a perfect nightmare as a teenager. She sighed and said "I'm sorry. You should have named me Grouchy." Genevieve spoke up, "Grouchy is a boy's name."

Lazy Sunday afternoon