Do I have to wait until breakfast to have a waffle and syrup?

Three years old is my favorite age of kid. They have all the best books. Like Kipper, and Curious George, and Hairy Maclary from Donaldson's Dairy. They have all the best games. Like Hi-Ho-Cherry-O, and Hungry Hungry Hippos, and PlayDoh everything.

I kept my cousins Friday and Saturday and we had big fun. It helps that they are incredibly well-behaved and bright for a seven year old boy and three year old girl. (Gracie can even be quiet in church, CB.)

Gracie thinks she can read. With a lot of her books, she has memorized the words to say with each page. So she brings me a book, snuggles up, and says, "Let me read you a story, Laura." (Except she can't pronounce the "r" in my name.) She reads the title, turns each page, and follows along with her finger (sort of) as she tells the story almost word for word correctly. There's no skippin' pages on this kid just 'cause the reader is tired.

She can also sing every word of "When We All Get to Heaven" because it has her name (Grace) and her brother's name (Victor) and she gets to sing and SHOUT.

She came in the bathroom as I was getting ready this morning and saw me putting in my contacts. She asked what I was doing, so I told her. She was fascinated that a little piece of plastic could make me see better. She went on to tell me that her mom doesn't wear contacts, but she wears glasses so she can read books. Later, Gracie got something in her eye and it itched. She came running. "Laura, I need some of your eye stuff because I can't see."

The only thing with three year olds is that they get up early on Saturday morning. I woke up at 6:30 and enjoyed 30 more minutes of silence before I heard her Dora the Explorer scooter inching down the hallway into my bedroom. "Laura, can I climb in with you?"

By the way, Giant Pooh Bear played Hi-Ho-Cherry-O with us. He won. Both times.

Go Preds Go

Enough with boring last names in sports like Jordan, Jones, and Smith. How about Erat, Hordichuk, and Vokoun?

I went to my first NHL game tonight - Nashville Predators vs. New Jersey Devils. The Predators lost, but that is beside the point. It was an excellent game, complete with overtime and a shootout. I am now officially fascinated by hockey. And by a few of the Preds.

Are you drinking 1% because you think you're fat?*

So the other night, I was having dinner with friends and we were talking about milk because this one guy works as a driver for Purity Dairies so he delivers milk all day. One guy at the table says he only drinks whole milk. Another guy says he only drinks skim milk. And I say I only drink 2%. Then one guy says to me, in a suddenly concerned tone, "You drink 2%?!" "Yeah, why?" I say, startled by his intensity. To which he replies, "'Cause you could be drinking whole milk if you wanted to."

We all laughed so hard I thought we were going to be kicked out of Chick-fil-A.


*if you don't know what movie that line is from, then clearly you've never met Cole, Scott, or Karen.