It’s been a tough weather year in Minnesota. I like to talk about the weather because I am old. It’s what we do.
Here it is mid-May and our trees just finally have leaves, we still have brown grass, the lilacs are weeks late, the apple trees just started to bloom.
Three years ago I took pictures of my kids at this park that is filled with apple trees. Three years ago I only had two kids.
So I took them there last night. Turns out we were a few days too early for the full blooms. Turns out there was no way in hell I was going to find an evening at the prime lighting time, with all three kids clean and dressed, with sunshine and warmth, with clean faces, with full bellies, with the promise of Dairy Queen after.
Maybe the trees were not in full bloom – but who cares about some damn trees when you have gorgeous kids.
So at Dairy Queen there was a really bitchy lady. So I said, beyond her ear shot “she is so bitchy!”
What does bitchy mean – asked Eloise.
How do you spell bitchy – asked Esther.
Bitchy bitchy bitchy – practiced Astrid.
And we all involuntarily clap as Astrid’s pronunciation is perfect.
I cannot wait for next weeks lesson. We really need to get out more and take pictures. I have so much vocabulary to teach these girls.