disney’s sleeping beauty: a plot summary by Molly

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So, while I was at Dave & Buster’s last night helping my sister celebrate her 16th birthday, Matt and the kids were watching Sleeping Beauty for the first time. I had held off on it because I remember Maleficent terrifying me as a child (I always thought she was the scariest villain) and I didn’t want to scare the kiddos. We bought it, anticipating it would go back into the “vault” and wouldn’t be available when we wanted to purchase it. Molly found the case and decided she wanted to see it, so Matt put it on.

This morning, I was getting the kids their smoothies and cereal bars and I asked Molly about it. This is Molly’s take on the movie.

me: So you watched Sleeping Beauty with Dada yesterday?
Moll: Yeah! I likeded it!
me: really? (starts to walk down the stairs, Molly trails behind) You liked Princess Rora? She’s pretty!
Molly: (importantly) AND beautiful!
me: What about Prince Philip?
Molly: He’s a great HERO!
me: you’re right, he is. What did you think about Maleficent?
Molly: WHOA. She’s a bad lady.
Me: yes, she is a bad lady. Were you scared of her?
Molly: She turned into a dragon, and then she went POP!

Now We’re In Quincy

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So when we go down to visit Heather’s family, we like go down through Boston so that the kids can see the city and go through the tunnel. Alex really likes the tunnel after North Station because he calls it the World Grand Prix. Both kids take out their imaginary steering wheels for it and “race.”

Now that they’re older, it’s not only about where we’re going, but also about how we get there. They notice landmarks like the towns we pass – Burlington, Boston, and Quincy, and they know Quincy comes after Boston. Alex actually now knows the second we hit Quincy. His exact words as we crossed the town line:

Alex: “…nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnOW we’re in Quincy!”

Heather: “You’re right, Alex!”

Alex: “You can’t even trick me!”

I didn’t know that was part of the job description…

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I’m in the kitchen, making yet another batch of biscotti (this time for Matt’s bosses). Moll had asked earlier if she could help and when she came up from playing (in her bride costume), she saw what I was doing and insisted on going to get the stepstool so she could help.

Me: Moll, what are you doing?
Molly: I’m gonna come over there in my dress, like a hooker.
Me: ….say that again? (I watched her closely- sometimes her actions help me translate what she’s trying to say)
Molly (reaches for her apron while getting the stepstool): I’m gonna come over there in my dress, like a hooker.
Me (stumped): …
Molly (getting frustrated because she can tell when I don’t understand her): I’m coming over there so I can COOK LIKE A HOOKER!
Me: OH! You are going to come over there with your apron over your dress, like a cooker? That’s called a chef, Moll, not a cooker.

Whew.

some things never change.

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It’s the night before my final.  I spent the better part of the day trying to catch up on laundry.  Finally started studying this afternoon, and now I’m thinking about dinner…

I’m having ramen. Yes, really. Subconscious me must have seen it coming when I bought the multipack on the last grocery order. Subconscious me is not only psychic, but brilliant.

Can I get subconscious me to take my exam tomorrow?

a case of the sillies

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One of the most rewarding things (for me) about being a parent is when I can let go of all the things pulling you in 20 different directions and simply enjoy my kids when they are in a good mood. It doesn’t always work out- sometimes they are cranky when I’m ready for some serious silly time, and sometimes they are silly when I just can’t clear out my head to be IN it. But today worked out.  I might have a muscle practical tomorrow, but I already know I’m going to be up late and I had to do grocery runs, so I knew I might as well just enjoy the time and not stress.

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