Today I told Biscuit the story of the boy who cried wolf. It seems we have a very dramatic six year old on our hands and the "oh my gosh I need you right now, hurry!" exclamations followed by "just kidding" are wearing a bit thin. We'll see if the fable sticks with her. I couldn't actually recall the details but I told her that, in the end, the wolf ate someone. She wanted to know who. I wasn't sure but she thought it was probably the little boy. I guess that taught him!
Anyway, that's the down side of drama. The upside is math homework with a certain flair:
And very heartfelt thank you notes for very modest gifts from Great Aunts. (Note, she hasn't done any thank you notes for friends who attended her party but she was very excited to get mail)
And while we're on the topic of Biscuit and drama, a little public service announcement from my cautious daughter. Let me paraphrase the story she told me tonight:
"Mom, even if there are bad guys you shouldn't sleep with a gun under your pillow to shoot the bad guys. You know why? Because if you are sleeping and your hand is around the gun under your pillow and it's wrapped around the trigger while you are sleeping you might accidentally squeeze the gun and shoot your head and you would die."
So there you go, one reason to not sleep with loaded guns. The more you know....