I want to apologize. I got hooked on Facebook and haven't even THOUGHT of blogging in months. I've decided the blog is a much better creative outlet than little chat window spurts at the bottom of my screen every 30 seconds or so (depending on who's online). And in all fairness, I'm blogging today because my kids have yet again done something funny.



Corbyn is 9 and Daci is 13. Corbyn is quite feminine and well, prissy. Daci is uh, well, not. They share a room. But much like oil and water, you can put them in the same container, but they'll never mesh entirely.



In the car yesterday, Daci says, "Mom, I think it's time you let Corbyn shave her legs." Okay so now I'm trying to figure out what Daci stands to gain from Corbyn shaving her legs...cuz there's gotta be something. Far be it from her to ask on behalf of her sister without some sort of pay out in the end. "No honey, she's too young. I probably won't let her until she's 11 just like with you." Never mind the fact that Corbyn is the same daughter who stuck a knife through the webbing in her left hand. I'll post that story next-quite traumatic. Daci says, "Mom, she's really hairy just like me and you, you should really let her do it sooner, all of the other girls her age are doing it." "Daci, I have yet to see one 4th grade girl with freshly shaven (is that a word?) legs. The answer is still 'no' I don't care how hairy we are." And of course, I have yet to learn, I never have the last word in one of these famouse conversations. Corbyn decides to speak for herself at this point and announces from the back seat, "I am NOT hairy like you and Daci. I do NOT have hair on my PENIS and both of you do!"
So, there ya have it. I take comfort in knowing my daughter does NOT have hair on her penis!