On raising Calvin...again.

The wee girl gagged at tonight's dinner.  

But I don't like noodles! 

Those are rice noodles.  Made from rice.  You like rice.  Think of them as long strands of rice.

This is rice?!

Yep.

Oh.  

And she quietly cleaned her plate. Well...at least that portion of her plate.  Because, after almost five years of devouring broccoli, she has recently declared it vegetable non simpatico.

Don't blink...

Still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I now have two children in elementary school.  Where did the years go?!

Where are you going

My little one, little one

Where are you going

My baby, my own

Turn around and you’re two

Turn around and you’re four

Turn around and you’re a young girl

Going out of the door

Turn around, turn around

Turn around and you’re a young girl

Going out of the door

Where are you going

My little one, little one

Little pigtails, petticoats

Where have they gone

Turn around and you’re tiny

Turn around and you’re grown

Turn around and you’re a young wife

With babes of your own

~Harry Belefonte