Even the Security Guard Giggles Sometimes

Today we went to the National Archives. It is amazing to me that they have the actual documents so I can truly see the Declaration of Independence, Constitution of the United States, and the Bill of Rights.  As we were viewing the documents, I was quizzing the girls on the facts. Imagine this conversation in the rotunda under the supervision of armed security guards. 

Me: Taylor, do you see all the states listed at the bottom of the Constitution?

Taylor: (pointing) right here?

Me: Yes. Do you see Texas?

Taylor: No. 

Me:  Why not?

Taylor:  Because I can't read cursive yet.

Even the super-professional security guard giggled. 

In her defense, when we told her what we were going to see, she knew about the 13 colonies. Apparently I framed the question all wrong for my literal child. 

This trip has been full of learning and sprinkled with priceless conversation. More to come. I've been taking notes! 

Pebbles of Knowledge from Vietnam Veterans Memorial

While walking from the Korean War Veterans Memorial toward the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, Kennedy asked, 'Do they only have the names of the people killed in the war on this wall?'  I answered, 'Yes. Why?  Do you know someone who fought but wasn't killed in Vietnam?'  (FYI: I learned at the memorial that I was wrong. The wall also contains those who are missing in action.)  We continued along and Kennedy answered my question with a somewhat disgusted flair as she said, 'Um, yes.'  Interested to know who she had on her mind, I tried to scroll through my brain to see who she actually new and realized had fought in Vietnam. As she looked back over her shoulder with just the right 'Mom you should know this' attitude, she said, 'Silas Marion Robertson!'

Wow!  Never saw that coming.  

Tough Questions from Girls

Today has been full of the most amazing conversations with my girls.  I'll get right to the point...

On the way home from school...

Kennedy:  Well, I think I'm going to break up with Mr.XYZ.
Me:  Really.  Why?
Kennedy:  Well, you know we used to be able to just talk about stuff and I could just say what I thought.  Now I kind of feel like I have to be careful because I wonder what he's going to think.  You know?  I don't want to make him mad.
Me:  Uh huh. (As I cringe because she cares what a boy thinks)  So you're worried about what he thinks about what you think?
Kennedy: Really, he said something today that I just knew was wrong.  You know when you hear someone say something that you KNOW is wrong, but you don't want to say anything because you don't want them to get mad at you?
Me:  Ohhh.  What did he say that you knew was wrong? (as I'm imagining something really philosophical and important that has me quite curious because this Mr.XYZ is a great kid from a great family that has values and beliefs very similar to ours)
Kennedy:  I heard him saying that Wylie is in the middle of town and that Middle School and High School are way out of the way.  Mom, you know that Wylie IS NOT in the middle of town.
Me:  I agree Wylie is on the edge of town, not in the middle, but do you really think that is worth breaking up about?
Kennedy:  Well, this is not the first time we've had this problem.
Me:  Really?
Kennedy:  Well, not about that exact conversation, but sometimes he says things, and I know he is wrong.  Before he was my boyfriend I would just tell him he's wrong, but now it just makes it too weird.  I think it was just easier before boyfriends.  You know, when we were all just friends and just told each other what we think?
Me:  Life is definitely easier before boyfriends.  I agree that you should take life easy in fifth grade.  But, maybe you could also consider that it's okay for your boyfriend to know what you really think?
Kennedy:  I still think I'm going to break up with him when I finally get the chance to talk to him again.
Me:  Well, you do what you think is best, but remember that he was your friend first and a real friend is nice and says things for herself, not through other kids.

We stop at the pound and see a mom dog with 5 tiny (born today) puppies.  We head on home and do homework, etc.  About an hour and a half later, we leave to take Kennedy to softball practice.

Taylor: Mom, you have to have a bull and a girl cow to make baby cows, right?
Me: Yes.
Taylor:  Mom, so if you don't have a bull and a girl cow then you won't get any calves?
Me:  That's right, Taylor
Taylor:  So, a boy bull and a girl cow can have a baby cow.
Me:  Yes, Taylor.  A boy bull can get a girl cow pregnant so that she can have a baby calf.
Taylor:  How exactly does that work, anyway?
Me:  I'll tell you exactly how that works, but not today in the car on the way to softball practice.
Taylor:  Oh.

So, I call Chad who was supposed to pick Kennedy up from softball practice on his way home from work.  I conveniently offer to meet him to let him take Taylor and Blake home while I wait for Kennedy at softball practice.  It wasn't really avoidance, but I'll admit after I had the plan I was kind of hoping that on the way home Taylor just might say, "Dad, how exactly does that work, anyway?"

On the way home from softball practice, Kennedy surprises me with some questions of her own.

Kennedy:  Mom, will you teach me how to drive?
Me:  No.  That's Daddy's deal.
Kennedy:  What do you mean?
Me:  I do bottles, diapers, and homework, but driving is Daddy's deal.
Kennedy:  So you just do bottles, diapers, and homework?
Me:  Well, I'll even do pads and tampons, but driving is Daddy's deal.
Kennedy:  You do boyfriends too.
Me:  Yes, I'll do boyfriends but driving is Daddy's deal.
Kennedy:  So, you're saying you'll do tampons and even boyfriends but you won't do driving?
Me:  Exactly (stated with great authority as I realized how ridiculous it must sound)

It's been an exhilarating, exhausting day as "Mom".