Cars have feelings too...

Nan decided that our cars needed names. Apparently they've been living a half-life---one without the benefit of given names. So here are Nan's choices for our cars:
Mine= Christy Star-toes
Shannon's= Kyle Tyler (after her two boyfriends at school...Daddy wasn't thrilled with this explanation)

Sister

I want to recall something Nan mentioned earlier this week. She talks about 'Baby Will' all the time...about missing him, and how he is her brother, and how she loves him. She talks about him just as much now as when he was with us. And Sunday she told me that she has dreams about him all the time. In her dreams he is big like her and he goes to the playground with her and they have fun and talk and play (and sometimes I forget to pick them up from the playground...that part doesn't sound so great to me). And I wish I could dream those dreams with her.

Cause I'm a Rockstar...

Nan was given a guitar (a real one...albeit child-sized) by her Uncle Roy this week. This new development has helped her reach the conclusion that she wants to be a rock star when she grows up. Before she received the guitar, it was a toss up between ballerina and rock star.
But after much consideration, she has decided that Nancy Ann Boone is not an appropriate moniker for a rock star. So it was announced to me, with much fanfare, that she has chosen a more fitting name for her future endeavors:
Nan: "Just call me Susan Petshop. Cause I'm a rock star."

While the cat's away...

I'm headed to Texas to retrieve my mother this Thursday. And I've been prepping Nan for my absence...rather than focusing on her being without me, I've been zeroing in on the most helpless human in my household (at least that's how I'm portraying him...and the dogs, too). And my little doppleganger caught right on...I couldn't be more proud!

Susan: So, who's going to make sure Daddy eats while Mommy is gone? And who is going to make sure he puts his dirty clothes in the hamper? And who is going to make sure he cleans up if the dogs have an accident on the floor (and that he doesn't just throw a towel on it and walk away)? Who's going to make sure the lights get turned off when you guys leave the house? Who's going to make sure the dishes get washed and the laundry gets done? Who's going to love on Daddy and Herschel and Macy when they miss Mommy? Hmm...I wonder who could do all of these things? Oh dear....

Nan: A list.

Susan: What, honey?

Nan: I can do them things! But I need a list. A list with pictures...I can't read yet, 'member? If I have a list, I can do all of the Mom things. I think. Yeah...I can do them if I have a list. I can put it on the 'frigerator and look at it.

Susan: Thanks, big helper.

Mmmm...steak!

While eating dinner the other night, Nan was taking her sweet time chewing a piece of London Broil. Uncle Fish asked her if it was good, and she replied...wait for it, folks:
"Yeah. It's like gum."
I guess we should've used the meat tenderizer after all.

She sees God...

In the car (several weeks ago) this conversation took place:

Nan--Where is heaben?
Me--Not really sure. Lots of people think it's in the sky, but I'm not really sure it's a place you can see from here.
Nan--God is in duh sky, Mommy. Hab you seed God?
Me--No...we don't get to see Him until we die and go to live with Him in heaven.
Nan--No, Mommy. God is in duh sky. Yook. I see Him foot up dare. (points to the clouds)
Me--Oh...you mean that cloud looks like a foot! Great, honey!
Nan--No, Mommy!!! Not a cloud. Him foot is right dare....hanging out dem clouds.
Me--Ohhh...is God wearing shoes?
Nan--No, silly goose!!!!
Me--My bad.

The US is officially a monarchy, folks....

In Disney (after trying on a fab crown), Nan announced to all around: "I'm duh Queen ub America!"