What happens when you have breakfast with your kid

Last Saturday, Rachel, Drew and I had some time together at breakfast before racing off to do the usual stuff we end up doing -- in my case, I wanted to run some errands, but because of the hellacious week I'd had at work (in a good way; I edited my first project for The Post, which ran last Friday and extended over three inside pages) I ended up completely crashing on the couch for two hours while Drew took Rachel to a birthday party in Manassas and for a haircut afterward.

Anyway, here are two things she said:

"I like Noah," I said. (Noah is a kid in her class whose parents are both pilots for the Air Force. He was one of the few kids in Rachel's class who stuck up for women during Women's History Month).
"He's sweet on me," Rachel said.
"How can you tell?" Drew asked.
"Well, he stays near me a lot and on Valentine's Day, he sent me two valentines," she said. (She later told me that he had given her one similar to the one he gave the rest of the kids in class; and a second one that said, 'Roses are red, violets are blue, you are cool and I love you').
"I've never had anyone sweet on me and I don't like it," Rachel continued.
"Why not?" Drew said.
"It's EMBARRASSING!" Rachel exclaimed.

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"Everything is awesome when you're living your...dream!" she half-sang as she was clearing up her breakfast dishes. "That's how you can tell I'm excited," she said.

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"Ivy never wears long-sleeve shirts or pants, which I like to do," Rachel said. "I kind of like them, since you can NOT climb a tree in a dress. Otherwise, you show your underwear."

Okay, Jo March. Thanks for the update.:)