In the car this morning, Pink played on the radio.
"Momma, is this Katy Perry?" H asked. She's totally in love with Katy Perry. Her music. She wouldn't know her if you showed her a picture of her. I don't think.
"No. It's Pink," I answered.
"Can you put Katy Perry on? We should listen to 'roar! oh-oh-oa-oh!'"
"It's the radio, babe. I can't choose what they play."
"Oh," H said. "How about you just call her then? She can just sing it to me on the phone."
"I can't call her, honey. I don't know her."
"What!?" He voice was utter horror. And then she let out a heart-wrenching sob, like someone had just stolen her puppy. "But you're supposed to be best friends!"
And that is how I ruined H's world before 10am.
Fortunately by the afternoon she'd moved on. And she and B were playing in the sandbox. And then at the water table. And back to the sandbox.
It was a lovely afternoon and I just got to chill and watch.
It was beautiful.
I should mention, that although I clean out their water table every week or so typically, we've just been out of town for two weeks and I hadn't done that since before we left.
The water was, um, not pretty.
H happily squealed, "Momma, look! A sea creature! Can we keep them?"
She brought me her shovel with water and sure enough, a tiny little sea creature.
Also known as a baby mosquito.
"Probably shouldn't," I answered.
Later, she showed her awesome findings to her papa, who suggested we rid the water table of the blood-suckers. H was not having that.
"You can't just kill sea creatures! Even if they are mosquitos," she wailed. "God made them, too!"
Whelp, J obviously lost that argument.
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