Tomorrow is G's first day of second grade, and she is not pleased. All day today, she kept begging me not to talk about it, which led to conversations like this one in the snack aisle at the grocery store:
Me: Hypothetically speaking, if I had to pack a lunch for you for no particular reason, would you want pretzels or cheese crackers in it?
G: Aaaaargh! I said not to talk about it!
Me: Yes, well?
G: Pretzels, I guess.
She's always enjoyed school, so I'm not entirely sure where this resistance is coming from. I think it's partly to do with P, because when I asked if she was worried that people would ask her about Daddy, she said yes. (He volunteered last year and was well known on campus.) I reassured her that I already told her teacher and the people who work in the office, and that seemed to make her feel a bit better. Hopefully I'll be able to get her out the door in the morning with a minimum amount of drama.
In other news, Catherine has just played that classic cat game known as "Sudden Demonic Possession," a.k.a. "Run Around the House After Midnight Like a Crazy Thing," and is stretched out in the middle of the living-room floor looking exhausted. If only I were that easily entertained.