MeToo pulls a toy cell phone out of her pocket, glaring at her little brother and the baby doll he has absconded with. “Beep, boop, beep,” she dials, then mutters angily into the phone.
MeToo hangs up and, without looking at anyone, announces, “I just called some bad orcs to come get my baby back.”
Can you guess what book we were reading for school this week, based on this poster by RU and MeToo?
This was the first week in the school room after I cleaned it up, reorganized everything (with a chain lock on the closet), and put up the cork board and a white board.
Before you think I’m awesome at this homeschooling thing, let me also tell you that on the following day that very board with the art project on it got knocked off the wall. Also, I accidentally pulled the chain lock off the door and stapled my index fingers together (could not get a pic of that, sorry.)
RU: “‘Glass’ and ‘grass’ rhyme because they have the same ‘-ass.'”
Someone had the wrong number and sent me a text by mistake. I just couldn’t help myself…
After getting out of their princess dress-up clothes for dinner, RU and MeToo came to the table talking about what they’d each been pretending. MeToo said that, had she not been interrupted for mealtime, she would have gone on to get married, when RU interrupted her.
RU: No, you and I are going to get married, remember? We’d decided that we were going to marry each other.
MeToo: Yes. Because we’re sisters and we can always be together.
RU: Yeah, and it’s easier because we already know each other’s name. When I get married, my name will be [recites her current first, middle, and last name]. Which it already is.
MeToo: When I get married, my name will be Olivia.