a short conversation about lite brite

Layne:  "I was over at the neighbors' house today and Jay was there playing Lite-Brite with Hadley.  Cameron says they got the Lite Brite for a buck fifty at the D.I.  Cameron knows a different Lite-Brite song that's not the one I know and not the one you know!" 

John:  "What's the one you know again?" 

Layne:  (singing) "I'm making things with light, Lite-Brite makes them glow so bright." 
John:  "Oh yeah!" 

Layne:  "And the one you know is (singing) 'Lite-Brite, making things with light, making things with bright light." 

John:  "I'm so happy to have that confirmed by an outside source!" 

Layne:  "I'm not confirming it!  I've never heard that song, it's just the song you always sing." 

John:  "No, somebody else.  Was it Dave? (thinking)"

Layne:  "No, Dave's younger than me.  He wouldn't know it." 

John:  "No!  It was Jenny!  Remember?  She sang the song independently." 

Layne:  "Well she's younger than me too.  That's weird.  Anyway, Cameron knows a Lite-Brite song that is neither one of those." 

John:  "Whoa!" 

mad baggins

Grant started The Fellowship of the Ring the other day--I tried to encourage him to read it a while ago, but he was resistant.  I think he's jazzed about the story now since he's seen the first installment of The Hobbit, and I told him he could see each of the three movies once he read its corresponding book.  We went to Layton yesterday and he read aloud in the car, and now we're all enthralled and having little book clubby discussions about it.  It's been a few years since I read the books, and I'm really enjoying it.  I'm excited for Grant on his little journey of discovery.  He's also reading Tarzan of the Apes, and loving it, as I knew he would.  It's so fun when your children start reading cool books! 

Yesterday I helped with the kindergarten roundup.  Kindergarteners are pretty cute.  There were a few who look like they're not so much looking forward to school and are going to have a hard time the first day--they may need what the handout we gave them called "a reassurance from home."  My kids never needed any kind of security or comfort object; they were like "Smell you later" and out the door.  Probably because I withhold affection.