Funny dream & a conversation about marriage

Forgot to mention a dream Shara had the other night. She was in the parking lot of BJ Maxx (yes, the one where you get the paper towels), wearing only her sheet. She was hot so she took it off and only had on her underwear, but went inside shopping with daddy.

Also had an interesting conversation the other night with her. She went to touch me somewhere inappropriate and I told her that we don't touch other people's private areas. She asked, "not even mommy's?" no, "not even daddy's?" no, "not even your husband's"? it depends what the other person wants. If they don't want to be touched, then no. "Not even your wife's? Well, that would be silly a wife having a wife." And I told her that women can marry other women and men can marry other men. "You're kidding me! That's not true! You're lying to me." I assured her that it was true and I knew men and women who were married to each other, and she thought that was rather odd, but then I told her it's because she's not familiar with it and if she had heard about it before, it wouldn't sound so strange to her. She thought or a minute and then said, "yeah, people probably don't care. Anyway..." And I thought, if she only knew.

Big Questions

Yesterday, while having a picnic at Sheep Pasture, Shara asked where the first person came from.

Do you want to see my pine-ness?

This morning Shara got out of the bathroom and asked me if I wanted to see her pine-ness. I asked her to repeat herself and she did, saying the same thing. I asked her what that was and she pointed to her vagina. I then asked her who told her that and she said, "daddy". I then had to explain to her that boys and men had penises and we had vaginas. She said, "oh yeah".

The Actress

We've been dealing with a screaming Shara for almost 2 hours now - on and off - all fake. Alan even said, "stop yelling or I'll give you something to yell about." while he was giving her a bath. It all started when she came in for supper and didn't like what I made - leftover NY Strip steak, bbq sauce, cheddar cheese, & stir-fry veggie wrap. Delicious, but saw it wasn't so easy to eat so got up and got her mac & cheese. After learning she couldn't make it herself, started to whine, scream & complain for about 2 hours, finally ending with me taking out the veggies and her eating the steak & cheese and tomatoes (from the garden). Then she was allowed to have mac & cheese.

Up until the screaming we were having a lot of fun. Played in the pool - wanted to do that rather than go to library. Then dinner ruined everything - or rather I did. "You never make anything good to eat. You never let me have what I want to eat. Your cooking is terrible." Lovely!

Oh, yesterday while driving home from Oma & Jidor's, Shara asked, "how did I come out of your tummy?" Stalling, I asked what exactly she meant. And she meant what she asked, like did she get cut out, is there a hole? I proceeded to tell just enough, and hopefully not too much more. I told her that she didn't really come out of my tummy, but more down near where she pees. Big surprised expression to that one! And I also said that our bodies are amazing and change as we get older and it's really cool how that happens. Then Alan starts telling me (with Shara in the car of course) about lab animals and two got pregnant and they weren't even... That's when I shut him up because I was really happy not to have to go into the whole deal of needing two people to make a baby and not just spontaneously one appears when you want one and are a certain age, which is what she thinks now!

Look, a hawk!

I learned a lesson last Sunday about keeping clear of the circle of life. I was in the kitchen, making Alan's birthday cake (it's ok you forgot mom), and a hawk lands on the pool deck. I lift Shara up so she can see and then quickly put her down as I see it has a bird in its tallons and then starts jumping on it. I'm grossed out and Shara's wondering what's happening so I tell her that the hawk is beating up the bird and she doesn't need to see. I then go to the door and scare the hawk away. I didn't think far enough that it would leave the bird, dying on our pool deck. It flapped and flopped around until it did die, finally. Shara of course wanted to see, so I let her take a quick look. We then talked about how it was sad it died and what it means to die and then for the past few days she's been talking about dying and when will we all be dead. Nice, happy thoughts!

The other day in the car, while we were going to the drug store to get Alan his card and present, Shara started asking about getting a bunny because they're so soft and cute, etc. I said we already had three cats and weren't getting another pet. She then asked when the cats would be dead. I asked her why she was asking and she was trying to figure out when she could get a bunny. Then she got upset and said she'd be really sad if Brutus got dead and started asking when that would happen. I did the numbers and we figured it would be a while. She didn't seem to care much about Mause or George.

We had fun at the market picking out a card and Shara got Alan a little balloon and we picked up a number 5 candle, which Shara will use for her next birthday. We got home just a few minutes before Oma & Jidor & Auntie Chris arrived to go out to dinner. We ended up at the Chateau and Shara was really good during the very long dinner. There were hardly any people there, especially compared to weekends, but the service was super-slow. We figured it had to be the kitchen. She sat on the seat, no high chair or booster, between Oma & Auntie Chris. We ended up at home for cake, which was really dry. I made a mix and should have made the cake we had for Shara's birthday. But it was the company, not the cake that mattered (yeah).