Microeconomics

Monkey is really really REALLLLLY into princesses these days. And, while I certainly didn’t start this obsession (I’ve no clue what the Disney Princesses names are, except Cinderella. And is Snow White a princess or what? It’s rather confusing to me….someone pass me my toolbelt, I want to go tinker and fix something…) I haven’t quashed it, either. If she wants to be a princess, then so be it. It’s better than wanting to be a reality TV star, right? Right. Ha. (and for the record? The first person that lets her watch a reality TV show is excommunicated. No joke. That crap’ll shrivel your brain.)

Most of the time, this princess obsession leads to silly conversations about magic wands, and the wearing of twirly dresses and sparkly shoes. No problem!

Unfortunately, sometimes the princess obsession leads us into rather………..um………..interesting conversations.

For example, the other morning Monkey announced to me that since she was a princess, she “NEEDED” a castle. Not sure what prompted that, but I immediately put down the NYTimes Real Estate Section (ooh, busted) and addressed her “need.”

I attempted to gently explain that since castles are rare, they’re hard to find and even harder to buy. Monkey wasn’t having it.

“But I NEED one mom, I’m a PRINCESS.”

Guess my microeconomics lesson on scarcity isn’t working.

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Sigh.... I can't wait for her hair to be a wee bit longer, so these adorable pigtails will stay in all the time!

Happy Birthday HP!

My little brother and his fabulous wife G live toooo far away. I wish they lived in the apartment next door, because that way I could pinch the cheeks of their gorgeous daughters every single day.

HP turns 3 soon. In a matter of days. And she's all about Tinkerbell. Because SHE'S a fairy, too.

I love you HP. Happy Birthday sweet girl!

The Aristocrats

Jellybean is hysterical.

Well, at least SHE thinks so.

See, the thing is, lately she's been telling 'jokes.'

She'll look at me (or M, or Monkey), and say something like this:

"Wooshoo gaga, mama pa mmmdada." Then she'll pause, waive her hand in the air with a declarative flourish (you know, like she's a freshman at college who's stayed up all night long having a really in-depth, heart-felt conversation about the meaning of gender in Shakespeare's sonnets, and VOILA she's made her point, dammit!), and then after about two seconds of dramatic silence.....

She'll start laughing.

Hard. Like, throw your head back and laugh until your belly aches hard.

It's so funny, that M and I start laughing, too! Convincing her that she's a comic genius....

I told one of the teachers at school that she's started to tell jokes....and before I could finish my story, one of the fathers said I should teach her The Aristocrats. Ha. Um, no. Not yet.

My lovelies...