Adelaide at the table: Are you gonna eat dinner with us?
Me from the kitchen: Yeah, but I’m making lunch for you guys.
Adelaide: We’re not guys. We’re Adelaides and Emmelines.
Me: You’re right. I’m making lunch for my daughters.
Adelaide: No, you’re making lunch for your children.
Adelaide pretended to be Mommy tonight by reading us a bedtime story. She chose to read “Amelia Bedelia” by Peggy Parish. Since she’s only 3 and doesn’t read sentences, she recited the book from memory, with help a lot of help from the Fritz Siebel’s illustrations. I think she improved on the original.
The audio is Adelaide reading the book and turning the pages. The video was recorded after she went to bed and shows my hands turning the pages of the book. The image is synchronized with the audio to show so what she was reading.
Eating dirt in the garden on Flickr.
In the spirit of all the funny #Sochi photos, here’s a picture I took of the Grand Hotel in Niamey, Niger in 2010. It was a very nice place to stay, but the missing A in Grand is indicative of its physical condition.