“Ok parents,” she says.
We are “parents”.
We aren’t “mom and dad” or “mommy and daddy”.
“Parents, I want to know if you would like your children to sing you a song?”
“Parents, you should go in the other room and not look over here.”
“Parents, can I have a snack?”
At a restaurant waiting for food. The kids have their complimentary crayons and placemat. Skadi is coloring away. Leif is writing words. He prints “fo” on his placemat.
AB: “That’s not a word.”
(I know where this is going. Leif is always writing fo as opposed to “of”.)
Leif: “Yes it is daddy.”
AB: “No it isn’t, it says fo. Fo isn’t a word.”
Leif (becoming insistent): “Yes daddy, it is a word!”
AB: “Ok, use it in a sentence.”
Leif: “Someone who isn’t a SuperHero friend is a foe!”
Me: “Take that daddy!”
Skadi has a knack for spinning yarns. She gets on a roll and it just doesn't stop.
Leif asked me what my name was before I got married and I told him my maiden name.
Skadi: "My name before I was in mommy's tummy was Vanya and I was a person who helped other people and made sure they were ok and I did good at my job. Then something happened and I don't know what it was and I was in my mommy's tummy."
Leif: "Before I was in mommy's tummy, she was in her mommy's tummy and I was still in her tummy and all people are in tummys now."
Me: "Wow, this is deep." (Change subject fast.)