Amid not keeping my New Year’s resolutions for exercising and eating well, I told a difficult truth. I told my father, who hears the TV just fine (when it is so loud that the walls shake) and who rarely understands what my daughters are saying to him (even when they make sense) that yes, he should try a hearing aid. Period.
It’s not what he wanted to hear, but I’d rather not hear his TV when I’m in his driveway either.
In other news, I took my daughters and two other little girls out for lunch yesterday. We played Table Topics while we waited for pizza. Here is an excerpt of the philosophical debate among 7 and 10 year old girls (only slightly edited by me):
K (reading the first question): If you had all of your wishes granted what problems would you have?
G: I could wish that all pizza had olives and then all pizza would have olives and that would ruin pizza forever.
H: Yeah, but then we could wish that teachers do what we want them to do in school.
K: Or eat chocolate all day long.
G: You want the teachers to eat chocolate all day long?
K: Nooo, US. We eat chocolate all day long.
S: Some people like olives.
K (reading): What nickname would you like?
Me: Queen Mommy Sunshine
K (reading): What’s the best and worst thing about your position in the family birth order?
H: I know more so I can show off my mad skills.
K: I get to watch her do something first and then I learn how to do it.
K (reading): What makes something art?
G: When I think it’s pretty.
Me: What if H thinks it’s pretty and you don’t, G?
G: Then it’s not art.
S: When is the pizza coming?? Pizza on the table looks like art to me.