My silly child

Monkeyspawn was playing on her computer this morning and she declared, "Circuses can be dirty and wet." I'm not sure where learned that, since she's never been to one, but she often confidently shares random facts while playing on her computer. Or playing with her pet shop toys. Or, at just about any other time. I wonder where she gets that?

I promptly chimed in, "And there can be carnies there."

"What are carnies?" she asked.

Realizing I'd gotten myself in to trouble, since I really shouldn't denigrate anyone based on occupation, even people who smell like cabbage, I said neutrally, "They're people who work at carnivals."

"Ew, yuck," responded my darling child.

Huh. Aversion to carnies is evidently an inherited trait.

Snow Play

Saturday we took Monkeyspawn to the snow for the first time ever. We got in the car and drove for about an hour until we started to see decent snow on the ground, then pulled off the freeway and found a little restaurant that had a mostly snowed-in parking lot. We went in and asked them if we could play in their snow. They said yes so we went out and had a fun snowball fight which consisted of Spawn and I throwing snowballs at Monkey. Then we made a snowman. It was a blast. We weren't there for a really long time, but it was long enough to get a nice taste for the snow and have a little fun. Then we hopped in the car and made it home in time for lunch.