My 10 year old spit on both hands in the parking lot while walking, then applied the spit to her coiffure. I swear I didn't teach her that. Besides, it's raining :P
I watch her sometimes like you'd watch a bird or other interesting creature; the older your children get, the more you understand what Gibran means here-

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
and though they are with you, and yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love, but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward,
nor tarries with yesterday. -Kahlil Gibran

I see this in my daughter too. As we're in the store, she asks me if she can get the fruit roll ups with the contest entries printed on the roll ups. I tell her sure.
"You can win $100 in one of these boxes." I keep moving down the aisle and she's still sitting in the floor of the store, trying to decide which one is the winning box. :). She's my quiet yellow child, fitting since yellow is also her favorite color. The giraffe is her favorite animal- also yellow. Sunshine and daisies as well as Sagittarius Skeptical. She's in chorus at school but doesn't like to sing.
"They're only choosing 50 kids out of 200! They go on field trips too. You should have seen the kids that didn't get in, crying," I don't think it was so much about singing as it was about trying. She had a one in four chance to do something different.
I admire her ambition, seeing as I never had any of my own.

We're having baked spinach & cheese on WW pitas tonight with sliced tomatos and hummus with carrots. Because we're hippies! Just kidding. Really, it's just good.
Yesterday we had bean tacos. Being subjected to Unitarian pot lucks, :D, you get introduced to great food- really great. And while my family has been planting rows of blueberries, raspberries, kiwi vines, and grapes, and we do long for self sufficiency, I also have a closet appreciation for crap like Cap'n Crunch Berries. If you've read my old blogs, I think I've blogged several times on my crunchy friend the Cap'N. (It's seriously delicious, although they could have left all the berries red- the blue and purple ones are a challenge for even me). This morning I could not partake in my Cap'N breakfast joy.
I burned my mouth the other night at World of Wings on the fried mushrooms and it's still sore. Incidentally, world of Wings has the best Fried Mushrooms that have ever ever been created, but let em sit for awhile. They also have Coconut Curry wings and 20 other wing sauces.

Who am I?
I'm the person who brushes my teeth in the shower.
I'm also the person who buys the oatmeal raisin cookie dough.

I called my husband to ask about his day. He's witnessed a 'pilfering,' he tells me.
"I saw someone shoplifting at the gas station. I thought about ratting them out, but I didn't."
"Oh?"
"Other people saw her too. She was at the end of the aisle squeezed next to it, and she pulled a maxipad out of a box and stuck it in her pocket. Then she took it to the bathroom."
"Yeah, that would be a pretty crazy thing to have to go to jail for."
"Yeah, I thought so too."
I'm glad my husband didn't rat out the one maxipad stealing woman. But it was strange to be talking about a maxipad theft my husband witnessed over the phone. (I also thought his use of the word pilfering was clever).
You know you love someone when 18 years later
you still marvel at their little stories!!!

Thanks for stopping in :) kat