In lieu of anything monumental to blog about tonight, I thought I'd take a page from Gabi (our own personal Bawbwa Waltehs) and conduct a little interview of my own.
With one of my own.
Clicked off to hunt for free porn yet?
No? Good, here goes.
Tonight I will be interviewing my youngest, Hannah, who for some reason seems to think that bedtime does not apply to her tonight.
Nickname: Odette (Watch Swan Lake much? Me thinks a little TOO much).
Middle name: Ruby (in real life, she doesn't have one).
Favorite color: Pink. P-I-N-K, Mom. That spells pink. Ha ha ha ha ha. (She finds herself quite hilarious)
Favorite animal: Bunny. (If you only knew my girl, you'd know how vast of an understatement this is. Someday I will blog about her love of bunnies)
What do you want to be when you grow up? A teacher because I want to learn lots of things. But a teacher really only teaches things. So, I guess I don't want to be that. Maybe I'll just be a mom. And really beautiful. I'll be really, really beautiful and have lots of children. My husband will be just like Daddy, except maybe not with brown hair. He'll probably have gray hair. And he'll be handsome, just like Daddy.
What do you think I was like as a little girl? Just like me, only not as pretty. Ha ha ha ha ha. (Nice one, kid.)
What kind of a mom do you think you will be like? A nice mom. I will take my children out to dinner at fancy restaurants like McDonald's. I will buy my little girls lots of Webkinz. And I guess for my little boys, too. I think I will have two girls and one boy. That's the opposite of our family.
Am I a nice mom? Yes.
Be honest? YES, GEEZ!
What's your favorite food that I make? Umm...[crickets chirping in the background, then a long pause]...panacakes.
What do you think Daddy does for work? He helps the hospital, and he gets people to the hospital. (Close, except that sometimes health care consultants have to FIRE people working in the hospital. I won't tell her if you don't.)
Who is your best friend? Jilian.
What is your favorite thing about me? [Long disapproving look] Umm, you smell good?
What are you afraid of? The dark because I think ghosts will pop up, but I know they're not alive.
If you know they're not alive, why are you afraid of them? Because I can't get rid of that feeling.
Why are you still awake right now - it's 9:58? Hee hee hee. Cause I want to sleep with you. (Husband is out of town, of course, which leaves me with a six-year-old bunkmate)
Are you waiting for me to come to bed before you will fall asleep? Yes.
Who is the mom here, me or you? ME. Ha ha ha, hee hee hee.
All right. Time for bed.
So concludes the end of this highly important interview in which I learned that I smell nice and am not in charge around here.
Now tell me something I didn't know.