Today

Today we were all on the couch reading about Saxons and William the Conqueror and the Norman Invasion and the Battle of Hastings (I now know what all those things are, thank you, thank you), when Emeline interrupted and said, "I don't believe in beef!  If we kill all the cows how will we get milk?"

She was clearly paying strict attention.

Later, when we were glueing our Britain timeline together, Cowen came over to me and most animatedly explained his plan to build a Viking longship in the backyard.  "Mom!  We can find two old couches by the side of the road and glue them together.  Then we can . . .."  He lost me after that part because he was talking so fast and so animatedly that I couldn't keep up.  Besides that, I was still laughing over the first part.

Tonight Miriam made supper.  Yorkshire pudding.  She learned how at her Thursday cooking class (the kids go to school on Thursdays and have a bunch of fun electives like cooking and karate and pottery) and made it for breakfast last week.  She wanted to have her dad eat it, though, so I said she could make it for supper tonight. 

I left her to it because I have a hernia when I watch children cook.  My philosophy is, "What I don't see won't cause an aneurism."  However, it might kill me.  I was putting away some clothes and saw Miriam put a bunch of flour she'd swept up from the floor BACK INTO my flour bucket.  My five gallon flour bucket.  Since I gave both boys haircuts this morning I know what is on that dust pan.  Do I throw all the flour away???  Do I pretend I didn't see and gag down anything made in the next two weeks??  It's not like I mop ever on a regular basis.

ARGH!!  I just remembered I was supposed to make bread today.  Drat.

Kids do and say strange things, people--very strange things.    

As a side note, I prefer Yorkshire pudding to German pancakes, otherwise known as breakfast monsters.  I like the pudding texture with the crustier crust.  Yum.  Miriam, while strangely absent-minded in things like where flour goes after coming into contact with the floor, is a great cook.  

Another side note, Miriam finished writing an essay today about Anne of Green Gables that contained a whole section on how Miriam and Anne are clones very alike.  The flour incident reminded me of Anne's mouse in the pudding incident.  Where's the lovely school teacher to help me laugh it off??

Tomorrow is another day--with no mistakes in it (yet).