Tonight Rachel finished a lollipop for dessert (she at a plateful of pasta shells, which is about all she eats for dinner these days except when we have chicken, duck or turkey soup. It's maddening that she won't even TRY vegetables. I can only hope she still develops normally) and she needed to know which place to put it...the paper garbage? Compost? Recycling?
"Is that garbageable?" she asked.
Astonished, I asked, "Did you hear Daddy say that? Or did you make that word up all by yourself?"
She smiled and said she made it up. I said something about her being very imaginative. Really, it's a great word. (And by the way, the lollipop stick went into the paper garbage. Apparently the first episode of "Portlandia," which airs Jan. 6, has a wonderful take on this city's obsession with recycling).
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The stakes are getting higher for Hanukkah Mom: Rachel (and presumably her entire class) now knows the dreidel song: "Oh, dreidel dreidel dreidel, I made it out of clay, and when it's dry and ready, my dreidel I shall play." And today, Teacher Erin informed me that the pastor of St. James wants to sit it on my talk. Great, now I'll actually have to be thorough and accurate. Perhaps I should just drop of the sufganyot and let them figure things out for themselves....
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