Heptadecagon

I love when Melina tells stories. She includes details about the setting, many of which a true writer would be proud. She sets up the scene, makes sure the listener is engaged in listening, and then, with that flourish of her hands that can only belong to Melina, begins to tell the story. The only problem is, she doesn't always get the story right. Like the other day, when she closed the story with, "And then she died of natural resources." I guess I know she's at least paying attention and learning something at school.

With all the kids getting up there in age (like 13 is old, right?), the words that come out of their mouths lack the innocence that they used to have. But yesterday, we heard something we haven't in a while. "Mom," Melina said. "How old were you when electricity was discovered?" Yeah. Leave it to the littlest in the house to remind me how old or not I might be. But I'm glad she said it, for it could be a while until we hear something like this again.

Aunt Teresa caught this little gem a couple of days ago. I need to say that, while I did major in French in college, I have not taught her any of the language. We can thank Scooby Doo and the Creepy Chef book for that one. Enjoy!