At bed time, Indy selected for reading one of the Berenstain Bears books in our collection, which we have always (rightly or wrongly) pronounced as “Berensteen Bears.”
After looking through the first few pages, she decided that the Papa was named “Bear.” So the Mama must be “Steen.” She had apparently thought that the name of the book series was “Bear N’ Steen Bears.”
For her 6th birthday, Indy asked if she could be taken out to dinner. She requested In-N-Out. Knowing that McDonald’s currently had My Little Pony toys, Mommy suggested a Happy Meal at the golden arches instead. After taking two bites of the burger, Indy declared, “It’s not very good. In-N-Out is far better.”
Spoken like a true Californian.
Yesterday, Indy told me the following joke…
Q: Why did the biscuit go to the eye doctor?
A: Because he needed new shoes.
I love this joke because she is clearly starting to master the concepts of sarcasm and absurdism. It does a dad proud.
Grandma Sheila makes fried hard-shelled tacos and puts all the trimmings into adorable little cups. Plus, she uses refried beans and real sour cream.
This is now the only acceptable way to eat tacos and Indy exhibits bitter disappointment at every subsequent Taco Tuesday’s sad lacking.
Grandma Sheila made this cute dress for Indy’s Christmas gift. It’s a little big, but she loves it. (She’s super sick in these photos. Poor thing).
For Dad’s 75th and Sheila’s 70th, Jen came to town for a week. Grandma Sheila takes special requests and made her world-famous potatoe yeast donuts. Amazing.
Indy said my eyes looked “ridiculous” and then drew a picture to show me how it should be done. #artteacher #artcritic
