Today while I was driving Olivia home from school we were playing “I Spy”. One of the things I spied was her brown hair. I asked her, “Olivia why don’t you have blonde hair like Mommy?” She said very matter of fact, “Mommy, because I don’t COLOR my hair!” Aggghhh, where does she get these things and how does she know that? I don’t ever remember having a conversation about this with her….boy what little 4 year-old ears pick up now!
Well, the secret is out, and now for all of blog-land to know. However, in my defense, I was born with snow blonde hair and I have the eyebrows to prove it!
During this same car ride home, I was told that from now on…we are not allowed to call dinner…”dinner”. Dinner, according to her, is disgusting and the very word is just gross! I was informed that breakfast and lunch are okay, but dinner…no way! We discussed other options for this word and we determined that supper might be an okay word to describe this eating of a meal at night, but ultimately, she settled on the word SNACK. This is what we have to call ‘dinner’ from now on. Heck, I’ll call it Dinosaur Dung if it means she’ll eat in the evening! LOL