FirstPeople

Opal has taking to asking what's for dinner and then saying "Yuck." (This has no correlation to her attitude towards the actual dinner.) So I've taken to telling her outrageous things. Boiled liver and mashed turnips, for instance. (Opal has tried liver, she didn't know she was supposed to hate it, and she loathed it passionately. She knows she is supposed to hate spinach, but actually she likes it.) Yesterday I decided I should stop picking on real food, and told her we'd be having steamed brontosaurus. "We will not!" "Why not?" "Brontosauruses are extinct." "It's a very old, preserved brontosaurus." (At this point we passed another mother who started giggling helplessly.) "There weren't any people when there were dinosaurs." "It's fossilized. You have to cook them a long time to tenderize them." (At this point I finally lost it and started to giggle.)

She then told me she was one of the first people on earth. "What was it like?" I asked. She thought about this for a while, and settled on "Boring."

Read to Opal today: One Canterbury tale, a chunk of The Island of the Aunts, Jack and the Beanstalk, Valentine Day's Grump, I Was Born About 10,000 Years Ago (she found this at the library hours after the above discussion), The Berenstain Bears and the Spooky Old Tree, Way Out West With a Baby, she read Sardine 6.

The Running Book Count: 230 + 63 (last year 1170 + 121)