Babies are assholes

We were at Winton's spring concert yesterday, seated next to his bff's exhausted parents and their very new baby. 
The baby slept through the preschool concert, the amazing loudness of many children in a confined space helping themselves to ice-cream, chocolate sauce and sprinkles after the concert and a rambunctious hour on the playground.  As the (exhausted) parents made a move to put new baby back in their car though, he woke and started fussing.

Singing Range

I have a cold, or allergies, or something that is making me sound a lot like Johnny Cash.  I'm enjoying being able to sing something like baritone.  The children don't want me to sing "Ring of Fire" ever again.

Why Winton Loves His Mommy

According to the picture he made at school: "Because she has a nice face."
However, he was quick to clarify.  He had wanted to say "Because she has nice feet" but his teachers wouldn't let him.

Clara: Learning (the wrong?) things about getting what she wants in the world

Clara's class went on a field trip to the Aquarium a few months ago.  Somehow (how?) she persuaded one of the accompanying parents to buy her a large, pink, glittery, stuffed dolphin.  Just one for her, not for the whole class.  That there wasn't a kindergartener's mutiny over this is a miracle.  Clara insisted on bringing her ill-gotten dolphin to school later that week.  And then someone "borrowed" it.  Can you blame them?  I would totally have stolen it myself were I another, jealous kindergartener.  Clara made a tragic poster: "I lost my dolphin, I loved my dolphin." Miraculously, it showed up again.

Last week, Clara left a toy pony (the purple one, what's her name?  Twilight Sparkle) on the outside picnic table at Winton's preschool, and it disappeared.  She made another poster.  "I lost my pony.  I loved my pony."  Yesterday one of the preschool teachers presented Clara with a replacement pony (a New pony, a Rarity not a Twilight Sparkle) because she "just felt so sad when she saw the poster."

Hmmmn.

Clarafication

I am not going to say I am sorry.
I am sorry,
but I am not going to say it.