the small stuff

The latest developments in our micro-world are:

On Friday, as we were driving to Tofu House, she was enjoying all the terrible pop songs on the radio, asking us to turn it up loud, and pointing out which one is her singing, which one is her brother, and his friends, and which one is daddy and i. The music was soooo terrible, but her imagination made the whole process enjoyable for all of us.

Then, another item that totally made my weekend: she told us she doesn't want us to be grandma and grandpa, she wants us to be young forever. We said we are working on that!

On Saturday we went to see the space shuttle at the science museum. It was very impressive to stand next to the wonderful piece of machinery that just recently was out there, in space. It was much bigger that i expected. And all the little panels were coded with some letter-number combination, which i found really cool. Sara enjoyed riding simulators, i think for the first time in her life she had done that. They were not very vigorous, but she seemed to be amused. After the museum we went to the x-mas tree lighting in Santa Monica, and sorry to say, it was so totally lame. From the bad acoustics, to the brief Santa Clause appearance, to bad singers, to a long wait, to no acrobats due to rain, it was not at all what i had anticipated. Oh, well, you live, you learn. Better luck on picking location next year.

So, now the weekend is over and we are back in the routine. Sometimes routines are good, they make things go smoothly. We pick her up from school, we get home, i finish cooking, she sets the table, we eat, play some more and get ready for bed. Yesterday, as she was setting up the table, Sara told us she would like to have 5 kids. I tried to find out why 5, why not 4 or 3, or 6. Then she said, may be 6. Wow.... At this point i suggested to her that perhaps she should just be a pre-school teacher then, like Miss Patricia, if she would like to be around so many kids. As i didn't get any direct response to that, i think she is considering it. :)

Its the small stuff that makes life full of memories