Interrogating the Easter Bunny

Kathleen is at the age where she wants to believe in the Easter Bunny, etc. but she is skeptical. Today we set out a plate of radishes, then the girls left for church early to go by Starbucks on the way, while I stayed behind and showed up late to church.

When we got home, three radishes had been partially eaten, and sure enough there were boiled and plastic eggs spread out around the house (it’s cold and rainy outside today). After tracking down all the eggs in our after-church hunt, Kathleen turned to give me the third-degree about what I had been doing while they were at church.

Eventually she decided that there was a way to tell for sure if I had stayed home and played the Easter Bunny: have me eat a radish and compare the bite marks.  After two tests, the examination of the radishes is in full swing, with much close looking and pointing to supposed similarities and differences.  It’s like CSI Easter in my house.


Just an empty shell

Grandma and Grandpa sent an Edible Arrangement for Easter.

Kathleen dove right in: “Is there anyone who wants the strawberry part of this chocolate covered strawberry?”



Kathleen finished dinner early: “Can I have some ice cream birthday cake now?”

Me: “No, you may not!”

Lucy: “Everyone, please raise your hand if it’s your birthday today.” Lucy eases her hand up in the air.

Kathleen: “Yes Lucy, everyone knows it’s YOUR birthday.”

Masochistic Parenting

On the way home from swimming, I announced that during the day I had gone ahead and eaten all of Lucy’s ice cream birthday cake.

Lucy immediately picked up on my trickery, but Kathleen was seriously distressed. Kathleen started protesting that now we needed to go by the store to get a new cake, but (in order to torture her sister) Lucy faux accepted that she would have no cake and encouraged me to give her options for what vegetables we might replace the cake with after dinner. By the time we made it home, Kathleen was on the verge of a meltdown.

I am already saving money for Kathleen’s future therapy sessions.


Retirement plans

Me: “Lucy, Kathleen, I am going to the store for a minute. Mommy is sick. You need to take care of her.”

Lucy: “I will get blankets” [proceeds to set up the couch as a bed].

Me: “Kathleen, did you hear me? Mommy is sick. You need to take care of her.”

Kathleen looks over at me from the love seat and sighs loudly: “Seriously?”

Jennifer: “One day that girl is going to put us in an old people’s home. I think Lucy will let us live with her though.”

Riddle me this …

Lucy (5yo) started a game where she describes something and we have to guess what it is.

First description: “This is blue, round, and has a tiara on it.”

Going stereotypical, at first I guessed Elsa from Frozen because she is a queen and has a blue dress. This got me a derisive stare from Lucy as she explained that Elsa is not round, and she does not wear a tiara.

We were stumped until she told us the answer.