MILF in training

We had three - THREE - groups of trick-or-treaters this evening. An all-time low for us! So I'm glad I just pulled out one of my costumes from storage and didn't put in too much effort. But the outfit was cool: a long black wig with bangs, a legit vintage minidress (kinda psychedelic!) that I bought at Buffalo Exchange in Berkeley several years ago, and some short heels.

One of the groups was five boys, most likely aged around 14 years old. Our exchange:


Me (opening door): Oh, wow!

Boys: ...

Me (to boy with hideous green goblin mask): Ew, that mask is scary!

Boy on Left: Uh...

Me: Okay, here's some candy.

Boy on Right (faintly): Have a nice evening.

Me: Thanks, you too! Happy Hallowe'en!

(Boys wander off, stage right.)

I start to close the door, and as it's nearly closed, I hear: "Daaaamn!"


This is where I became perplexed. The candy was good candy, but it wasn't like a huge regular-sized bar. But it was good stuff, not the cheapy-grab-bag stuff. So I went back to see my husband, who was giving the baby a bath.


Me: That was weird.

Hubby: Who was that?

Me: (related story to him)

Hubby: Yeah, "daaaamn"! Hello! Those boys didn't know what hit 'em!

Me: Good thing I didn't lean over to get more candy. This dress is quite air-conditioned.


Happy Hallowe'en!

Charm Attack

Don't you wish your mom was hot like mine?

A scene from Sunday...

Hubby: Can I put away your swimsuit in the "summer box"?

Me: What if I want to swim at the Y?

Hubby: But that's your hot swimsuit. It's too hot for the Y.

Me (to Colin): Did you hear that, Colin? Mommy's swimsuit is hot.

Colin (signing): Hot, hot.

I love autumn!

Future skate punk?

Yeah, we got your ASLPro right here
Colin is still signing up a storm. I'm currently trying to teach him "want", "thank you" and "elephant" and have had mild success. But people really start freaking out (in a good way) and asking questions when they see him sign. I always tell them that it wasn't overnight - I was despairing that he'd ever sign and then... BAM! He took off.

A man with sensitivity
When I picked him up from day care yesterday, we hung out a little to play. One of the younger babies crawled to the door and started crying. He wanted to go home too, but his mom is one of the teachers, so he has to stay until 6:30 or so. Anyway, Colin saw Kyle crying, walked over to a little stuffed Eeyore, picked it up, and toddled over to Kyle. He crouched down in front of Kyle, and showed him the Eeyore. Then he started babbling. Kyle stopped crying. Colin put the Eeyore in Kyle's lap and stroked his hair twice. I was flabbergasted! Then again, he is very affectionate, and I've seen him be quite loving with younger babies. He's just not an aggressive kid.

Starting young
I must relay a funny conversation I had with one of my students at work (in the Deaf/HOH program). She's seven years old. Names have been changed to protect the innocent!

Maria: Roberto, he like me. He blow in my ear TWO TIME!
Me: What does that mean?
Maria: It mean he like me. He want to give me ring but I say, "NO!"
Me: Why?
Maria: I too young!
Me: Ah, yes, you are.
Maria: And Jose kiss Daniella!
Me: How do you know that?
Maria: Because Jose tell Frankie, and Frankie tell Annabelle, and Annabelle tell me.
Me: Wow!
Maria: But Gigi, she jealous.
Me: She is?
Maria: Yeah. You know what jealous mean? It mean "boyfriend-girlfriend".

And never was a truer word spoken! But I'm surprised: these kids are starting SO YOUNG! Blowing in each others' ears? Yikes.