Hippie Food
Despite my plans for the day being thwarted, I still ended up having a good, although solitary, fourth-of-July-eve. I talked to my mom for about an hour, which was wonderful, but I'm starting to wonder what is up with that lady! She has only called me twice since moving to Kansas. My parents and I are terrible about communicating with each other. I remember when I was little, and I'd notice that I hadn't seen my father in a couple of days, and then finally get around to asking my mom where he was, and he'd be on some business trip no one told me about. I am told that the Risch family also occasionally has this issue, so I don't feel too bad about it.
Anyway, after talking to my mom, I went to Kroger to pick up some peaches, cereal, toothpaste, and chips. You know, the basics. Then I went to Good Foods Co-op for a delicious hippie meal of fish, potatoes, mushrooms, summer squash, and pasta salad. I love that store/cafe so much! I ended up staying there for about an hour. I ate outside by myself and read The Case for Faith by Lee Strobel. Excellent book. So far I can safely recommend it.
By the way,
Beware-- I'm going to quote a rather disgusting conversation between two of my day camp kids! They're so adorable, and so innocent, and sometimes don't realize how adorably obnoxious and inappropriate they are. One of my girls, Audrey, was taking forever in the bathroom. The entire class was waiting on her so that we could go somewhere, and it got to the point where I had to send another girl to make sure she was okay. While that girl went to get Audrey, two of my boys, Will and John, had the following conversation in very hushed tones that they thought I could not hear:
W: (whispering) I know why girls take so long in the bathroom!
J: (also whispering) Why?
W: Because they pee out of their butt! (glances at me nervously to make sure I'm not listening)
J: What?! No they don't!
W: Yes, they do!
J: No, they don't! They pee like this! (mimics how he goes to the bathroom)
W: No, no they don't! They pee out of their butt!
J: (looking incredibly concerned) Miss Suzaaaanne! Will is saying girls pee out of their butt but they don't!
Me: Ummm . . . we're not going to talk about this right now!
I was just so tickled about how flustered and embarrassed John was. As obnoxious as the conversation was, the boys themselves were, for once, not trying to be obnoxious. It was one of the highlights of my career as a daycare worker.
Anyway, after talking to my mom, I went to Kroger to pick up some peaches, cereal, toothpaste, and chips. You know, the basics. Then I went to Good Foods Co-op for a delicious hippie meal of fish, potatoes, mushrooms, summer squash, and pasta salad. I love that store/cafe so much! I ended up staying there for about an hour. I ate outside by myself and read The Case for Faith by Lee Strobel. Excellent book. So far I can safely recommend it.
By the way,
Beware-- I'm going to quote a rather disgusting conversation between two of my day camp kids! They're so adorable, and so innocent, and sometimes don't realize how adorably obnoxious and inappropriate they are. One of my girls, Audrey, was taking forever in the bathroom. The entire class was waiting on her so that we could go somewhere, and it got to the point where I had to send another girl to make sure she was okay. While that girl went to get Audrey, two of my boys, Will and John, had the following conversation in very hushed tones that they thought I could not hear:
W: (whispering) I know why girls take so long in the bathroom!
J: (also whispering) Why?
W: Because they pee out of their butt! (glances at me nervously to make sure I'm not listening)
J: What?! No they don't!
W: Yes, they do!
J: No, they don't! They pee like this! (mimics how he goes to the bathroom)
W: No, no they don't! They pee out of their butt!
J: (looking incredibly concerned) Miss Suzaaaanne! Will is saying girls pee out of their butt but they don't!
Me: Ummm . . . we're not going to talk about this right now!
I was just so tickled about how flustered and embarrassed John was. As obnoxious as the conversation was, the boys themselves were, for once, not trying to be obnoxious. It was one of the highlights of my career as a daycare worker.