Olympic UGGHH!

 My ten-year-old daughter and I waited all week to watch the opening ceremonies of the Olympics.  I soaked up the music and the pagentry.  She waited paitently hour after hour to see The Parade of Nations.  Finally...twenty-one letters into the parade...The United States of America enters the arena.  Eyes glued to the television my little diva checks out their outfits and remarks in disgust, "OMG!!!  Did you see those shoes?  They are totally theraputic (I think she may have been going for orthopedic here.)  I can't even look."  With that, she rolled over, snuggled under her blanket and drifted off to sleep.  U-S-A!   U-S-A!  U-S-A!

NO NEED TO SCREAM!

Olle is a student in one of my all time favorite Pre-K classrooms.  She is non-verbal, but sometimes it's just not an issue.  For example, the other day a classmate ran up to Olle and took the toy she was playing with.  She rushed up to him, wagged her little finger in his face with a diva head toss and let loose a fierce stream of non-words.  In a panic, the "toy thief" ran up to the teacher: 
 "MS. PAULA!  MS. PAULA! OLLE SAID SHE GONNA KICK MY BUTT!"

Sunscreen Poster Child

Sam thought he'd apply his own sunscreen. At least he won't get a sunburn...on his forehead.