Ms. Peanars

Madeleine wrote a new book that she wanted to take into school for a Share today.  Ethan and I were a little hesitant over her bringing a book with the title character sounding so much like "Penis":

Ms. Peanars
Written and illistrated by Madeleine Rowe


Especially because of this typo on one of the pages:

I mean...she squeezed the "R" in with a marker...but...you can't really see it.


Anyway, it seems as if all went well in sharing her book today, so I guess now it's time to share with all of you!

"They all called her Little Lassy, but her real name was Lucia.  She was a wonderful cowgirl with a silly personality but when she moved to England she pretended to be a lady.  But soon she got her new name when they found out her last name.  MS. PEANErS  They said she was a Miss, but some didn't want it so she was called Ms. Peanars.

"But Lucia hated being a lady and hated being called Ms. Peanars.  So she always made her lips be cracked to show how much she hated it.  Oh, but don't worry.  When she goes out west she get's to be herself!  Ridng swiftly on her horse, Julie, Lucia would have a wonder of a time."

"Lucia, Lucia, who hated Ms. Peanars.  Ms. Peanars, Ms. Peanars, who loved Lucia.  With her horse and her lady-like act makes her the perfect little girl.  Sadly, Lucia, mostly had to be Ms. Peanars.  After all, she did live in England."


(Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like they have no idea what the heck is going on in this book??)

"Even though she hated it, she still had to be Ms. Peanars.  An invisible raincloud would form over her head when she thought about it.  But luckily, she still gets to be herself at times.  Lucia!"

WOW.  That story was something else.  A great choice to share at school.  Madeleine!

Tour

This week, Julia got to go on tour with the Honors Chorus and Band and perform at various elementary schools throughout town.  I wasn't able to accompany her this year, but Ethan did attend the concert at our home school, and got video for me.  Julia even got to sing a soli at the start of one of the pieces, along with three of her other classmates.  You can see her standing in the front of the group, looking like a towering Amazonian giant next to her more petite peers:






Lovely singing, all!

Julia's conundrum

Today, during swim team practice, Julia suddenly appeared in the lobby, dripping wet in her bathing suit.

ME: What's up, honey?
JULIA: (beckoning to me)
ME: What's wrong?
JULIA: (beckoning) Can you just come here?
ME: (getting up to go over to where Julia was standing) What happened?
JULIA: (holding out her goggles) I dropped my goggles in the toilet, but I washed them REALLY well.  Can I still wear them?
ME: Uhhhhh...yeah.  I guess so.


I mean...the chlorine in the pool is going to kill any residual germs, right??

Different Personalities

While Ethan and I both tend to think that Julia looks just like her daddy and Madeleine looks more like me, we agree that the girls' personalities match the parent they do not look like.  Julia, like me, is constantly hyper aware of every detail of every one else's lives, picking up on background conversations and generally living in a constant state of heightened awareness/anxiety.  Madeleine, like her dad, tends to get super-focused on ideas going on within her own head, and only pays the minimum amount of attention to background conversations and distractions, enough attention to get by in life.  Therefore, Julia and I usually know (and micromanage) EVERYTHING about everyone else in the family, while Madeleine and Ethan can be spoken to about things without even recalling what was said to them.

This dichotomy was made very clear to me this past week, in several instances.  First of all, to back up a bit, I had a complete wreck of a day on Wednesday, when I wiped out while running, slamming my shoulder into the concrete sidewalk as I fell, THEN, a few hours later, smashing my car door into my face as I was in a rush to get in.  So for the past few days I have had shoulder pain and a bloody eye, making me feel awesome.  This morning, my shoulder was swelling more than it had in past days, so Ethan encouraged me to go into the local hospital to get X-rays.  At the same time that I was scheduling an appointment, Julia got invited to a friend's to play.  Madeleine was aware of both impending events, as evidenced by the following comments.

MADELEINE: Mommy!  If Julia gets to go to a friend's house, can *I* have a friend meet me at the playground to play?
ME: Maybe.  I'm going into the hospital, so you'll have to ask Daddy.
MADELEINE: I'm scared of you going to the hospital!  It's scary there!
ME: I'm not doing anything scary there, don't worry.  Bye, honey.  I'll miss you.
MADELEINE: I *might* miss you.  But I'm scared!


I guess she didn't stay scared for long, because when Auntie Shannon inquired about our whereabouts, Madeleine had sudden amnesia.

AUNTIE SHANNON: Madeleine, where's Mommy?
MADELEINE: Me no know.
AUNTIE SHANNON: Where's Julia?
MADELEINE: Me no know.
AUNTIE SHANNON: Are they out doing something together?
MADELEINE: Me no know.


In a similar situation, a week ago, Madeleine had a friend over to play.  I was working on music for the quartet I sing in, and Madeleine's friend asked if I took music lessons.  I told her that I was practicing for a singing group I'm in, and then I heard Madeleine carry on the conversation with her friend.

MADELEINE: She's practicing for her group, Vermilion.  (TRUE.)
FRIEND: Oh.
MADELEINE: And...the other group she sings with...I think is called the OPERA.

Yeah.  "The opera" was a gig Ethan and I sang back in June of 2017; we were part of the choral ensemble for the premiere of a new opera by an MIT composer.  Not one of the other two groups we have been singing with this past school year, but that's okay.

I mentioned this conversation to Ethan this evening, and Julia, ever-listening, piped in.

JULIA: Madeleine didn't know that your other singing group is Commonwealth Chorale?
ME: No, but of course YOU did.
JULIA: She thought it was the opera! (laughing, then beginning to sing, with proper melody and lyrics, music from the opera that she obviously learned just from hearing me practice SEVEN MONTHS AGO.)

At least one of my kids pays attention to my life.  And at least the other one pays so little attention that I don't have to worry about her picking up on stuff she's not supposed to hear about.  It's all about balance!

Girls Perform

We Rowes attended Julia's concert last night; she both played in the Honors Band and sang in the Honors Chorus.  Here's a peek of one of the chorus pieces, complete with dance moves!:




Meanwhile, Madeleine is honing her singer/songwriter skills, with a newly composed song.  Because her piano accompaniment nearly drowns her voice out, here's a look at the lyrics so you can pretend you hear her singing them:

As for the grand performance, well: prepare to be blown away!






We are a household of musicians for sure!

Shine a Light Book

Discussion on the way to swim team this evening:

MADELEINE: Mommy?  Life has a lot of EXPLAINING in it.
ME: It does.
MADELEINE: And Mommy?  Can I tell you about something at school about explaining?  Can I *explain* about *explaining?*
ME: Sure.
MADELEINE: So, one day at school, I was reading "Secrets of Winter: Shine a Light Book," and I forgot how to USE it, so my teacher let me use a finger light, and EVERYONE was being like, "Where did you get that?"  "Where did you get that?"  "Where did you get that?"  "Where did you get that?"
ME: And what did you say?
MADELEINE: "My teacher let me use it."  "My teacher let me use it."  "My teacher let me use it." "My teacher let me use it.  My teacher - ARRGH!  I'm FED UP with this!"
ME: You should have just said: "Class announcement!  My teacher let me use this light!"
MADELEINE: No, I would definitely never do a class announement!
ME: Oh, you wouldn't?  But that would at least answer the question to everyone at once.
MADELEINE: And Mommy?  You know sometimes there's something you KNOW you shouldn't say, like "I'm fed up," but, like, you get so frustrated and INFURIATED and TIRED so you just say it?
ME: Yeah, I know what that's like.
MADELEINE: Yeah.  That's why I just finally said "I'm FED UP with this!"


Man, she sure told her classmate a thing or two.  I think it would have been better if she had said "I'm INFURIATED about this!" though.

Pirates

Meet Priscilla the Pi-rott and Tony the Pirate from Brooklyn.

My kids are SPOT-ON in their ability to do accents.

Family Band

Well, not a day passes in the Rowe household without one of Madeleine's creative ideas coming to life.  Today, she has formed a new family band: Reduce, Reuse, Recycle.  True to its name, the band is made up of instruments created with recycled materials, to be played by members of the Rowe household.


Behold, the mini-trumpet:

Made from a toilet paper tube and an empty Icebreakers container, this trumpet is sure to produce a unique sound!


Next up is Ethan's guitar:

This one is made of construction paper and string, and the bottle cap serves an important purpose.

MADELEINE: Oh, that's the chip!
ME: You mean the pick?


Madeleine's own instruments are finger cymbals:

I don't even know what old game pieces or tokens Madeleine used, but whatever they are, they are now serving their purpose, along with painters tape, in percussive form.


Auntie Shannon got a clarinet:

This one is made out of TWO kinds of tubes: a paper towel role AND a toilet paper tube, plus an empty water bottle.  Not sure what function the piece of paper serves, but it is obviously an important part of the contraption.


Finally, Julia gets this amazing microphone:

Why *not* sing into a water bottle?  The days of using a microphone to project one's voice are over.  What a cool effect it will produce when one sings INTO a closed bottle!


Oh, and how could I forget my own role??  I'm the conductor, and here is my super amazing conductor's baton:

Take a pen and a pencil, some painter's tape, and a sticker from a piece of fruit, and you can't go wrong.



Want to hear Reduce, Reduce, Recycle in action??  Here they are, folks!:  (This is like the sixth video attempt or so, because everybody's instruments kept breaking or losing parts)




I don't know about you, but I think that went perfectly!

MLK Jr. Project

Madeleine came home from school with her Martin Luther King, Jr. project that she had completed in class.  I am definitely loving every facet of it!

First of all, there is her list:

Write a list of things that would make the world a better place

1) Help my auntie at her lab
2) Go to the beach to pick up litter
3) Try harder to keep my temper down


Move over, Auntie Shannon, and make space at your lab desk for Madeleine!  The newest microbiologist in town is ready to join your cancer treatment research team!  And I suppose picking up litter around town is a little too bland to be world-changing, so Madeleine is headed to the beach to start clearing the sand and water of junk!  Finally, I like that Madeleine appreciates that changing the world can begin on a micro level.  The act of one 8-year-old keeping her own temper down can reverberate throughout the entire world!  (And though I say this tongue-in-cheek, I do in fact believe that each person on earth putting his or her best self forward can make a world of difference!)


Then we have Madeleine's illustration of peace:

It appears to be two hands reaching towards each other, then high fiving, then rotating around in confusing directions.


And Madeleine's illustration of "no peace":

Here we have headless and legless torsos shoving each other, or bro-smacking each other on the chest, not sure which.  Definitely no peace for those without heads or legs.


Last, we have a lovely illustration of Madeleine achieving one of her aforementioned goals towards making the world a better place:

"Picking up litter at the beach."

Awww!  Look!  The turtle is thanking her - and the...um...manatee?...is proclaiming that they are saved.  I am all for this idea, Madeleine, not only because it saves the earth, but it opens the door for sea animals to start speaking English!  What could be cooler than that double whammy?


I am proud to see that Madeleine has goals not only for the short term, like controlling her temper, but she has her sights set on a future in saving lives as well!

Math Matician

Ethan got to be the guinea pig today, the first to play Madeleine's new "board" game along with her.  I'm still not 100% sure on the rules of the game, but I did video a bit of the end of their first play-through to get some sense of how it works.  And if you, like me, can't quite follow how the game is played, you can at least get some enjoyment out of Madeleine's ponytail extension, hand-made flower lei, and wildly colorful and patterned outfit:

Madeleine even put her new game into a box and marked it with important information.  Pay no attention to the big picture of a CD player on the box: Madeleine gets props for using recycled material to carry her game pieces in:

If you want a chance to play Math Matician (aka Mile Pool), just let the game creator know!

New Game

I just can't even wait to see how you play this game that Madeleine is making:

I just have so many questions already.  What the heck to chipmunks have to do with a Mile Pool?  Let alone an Evil Red-Orange Terrorizing Fox?  Are the little crumpled pieces of paper with smiley faces the game board pieces, or do they serve some other kind of interesting function??

I will keep you posted once I get a chance to give this game a whirl with my own Energizing Chipmunks.

Swim Meet

The girls had a swim meet in New Hampshire today, so we Rowes headed north right after lunch.  Ethan mistakenly took an early exit in Nashua, and I used the opportunity to have him stop at a gas station so I could use the bathroom.  It was smooth sailing to the meet once we got back on track and we made it to the meet in plenty of time.


The meet and aftermath were a demonstration of both competence and incompetence on the part of our girls.

COMPETENCE:

-Julia's relay not only came in first place, but they dropped three seconds off their best time.
-Madeleine qualified for District Championships in yet another event, the 25 yard backstroke
-Julia took a whopping 6 seconds off her time for the 200 IM and dropped a second off of her 100 butterfly time.
-Madeleine had a solid performance in the 25 yard butterfly, finishing in the top 3


INCOMPETENCE:

-Julia insisted on coming up into the bleachers with her big fat swim bag clocking people in the heads because she thought she needed me to ask me to come help her take a shower in the locker room.  (ETHAN: Use your intelligence.  You can do this on your own.  JULIA: But what if I can't figure out how to turn the shower on?!?  ETHAN: Again, use your intelligence.)
-Julia also forgot to pack underwear so she had to put her wet swimsuit back on after her shower.
-This conversation with Madeleine as we prepared to leave the swim meet:
MADELEINE: Mommy?  You know that gas station we stopped at on the way here where you went to the bathroom?
ME: Yeah?
MADELEINE: I was wondering if we can stop there on the way home, because I have to go to the bathroom.
ME: Um...why don't you just go to the bathroom here?
MADELEINE: (brightly) Oh!  Okay!
-The goldfish situation:
Madeleine refused to use a certain shower because there was a goldfish in it.  I had no idea what she was talking about, until we got home and had a discussion at the dinner table.
JULIA: I had my Goldfish for a second snack after I was done swimming.  But the last three got soggy, so I had to throw them away.
ETHAN: Why did they get soggy?
JULIA: Because I was eating them in the shower!
ETHAN AND I: You eat in the shower?!?
JULIA: Yeah!  I like eating in the shower!  But I dropped a few Goldfish, so I just kicked them into another shower.



But, hey, at least they scored points for the team, right?

Spelling Word Sentences

Part of Madeleine's homework last night was to write sentences using her spelling words.  She sure didn't phone it in.


Shall we have cereal for breakfast?

I'm all done folding my laundry, Mom!

I often find Mr. Chang very strange.

Luciana played well on her foghorn in the concert.

"You were great!" Chelsea remarked coolly.

Alexandria was wearing a beautiful, long tight scarlet dress.

"This is very important business!" the governer scolded.

"It's gonna be rainy today," forecast Manager James explained.

"Whatever you do, do NOT discard that bonnet." Emily's mom scolded flatly.

Martin Luther King, Jr. was an AMAZING American roll model!




Okay.  I guess Madeleine doesn't know that a foghorn is not a band instrument.  But, wow, props to Luciana for figuring out how to "play" one in a concert!  Also, who ever knew there's not just weather forecasters but a forecast MANAGER to boot?!  And finally, what is the deal with Chelsea?  Isn't it kind of an oxymoronic compliment if you give that compliment coolly?  I mean,  without reading past the quotation marks, I am tempted to imagine Chelsea remarking *warmly,* but apparently not.  At least she's not scolding her daughter flatly about discarding her bonnet.  Come on, Emily's mom.  Put a LITTLE feeling into your scolding.  Seriously, sheesh, how do you expect Emily not to discard her bonnet if you're gonna give her such lifeless instructions?  Get it together.

Drama

Well, we had ourselves a real Monday of a Monday this week.  Thrown back into the full routine after having only a few days of school last week,  (thanks to the holiday and the blizzard) and coming full off of an extremely busy and hectic weekend, it was full steam ahead whether we liked it or not.

I myself had an exhausting day at work, and the kids decided to challenge my patience just a little more once school got out.  When I arrived to pick them up to go home, Madeleine had other plans.

MADELEINE: Mommy!  I have to go over there to work on something with Lousy.  We're making a SECRET HANDSHAKE!

ME: Well, you have a few minutes, but as soon as Julia comes out of school we have to leave.  I've got a piano lesson to teach.

MADELEINE: (running off to find Lousy without acknowledging she'd heard me)

Meanwhile, a friend of mine had brought something for me, a hand-me-down coat for Julia, and had it in her van, parked by the back path to the school.  She offered to have me walk with her to the van and grab the coat as we all headed home.  When Julia appeared out of the school door, I called to Madeleine, who was off in the snow with Lousy.

ME: Madeleine!  We need to go, right now!

MADELEINE: (shrieking) JUUUUUST AAAAA SEEEEEEC!

ME: No, now!

I began walking with Julia down the back path, turning every so often to see if Madeleine was following.  She was not.

JULIA: Mommy!  We need to wait for Madeleine!

ME: Honey, she's going to have to catch up to us, because I have to go grab the coat Sadie's giving you.

JULIA: But Mommy!  She won't know where we are!

ME: I told her we were leaving so she should know we're on the path (craning my head to see if Madeleine was coming.  She was not.)

JULIA: (stopping in her tracks) I'm gonna wait for Madeleine.

ME: Okay, fine, but let me go grab that coat.

After I had secured the coat, I turned around to look for my children.  It took some time before they finally appeared up the path, and Madeleine grasped me like she had lost me forever, tears in her eyes and streaks on her face.

ME: What's the matter, honey?

MADELEINE: I couldn't FIND you.

I wonder why that is, Madeleine.

As we approached our house and I planned to quickly get the kids settled with snacks before my sitter came, I mentioned to Julia that the results were in from the weekend's swim meet.

ME: There was one mistake, I think, though.  They recorded your breast stroke time as a 43 instead of 42, probably because it's hard to read the penciled-in handwriting of the timers.

Julia COULD.  NOT.  HANDLE.  IT.

Next thing I know, she was a heap on the kitchen floor, sobbing hysterically, while Madeleine announced, "I need to POOOOP!" and headed off to the bathroom.  My sitter arrived to find Julia and I together on the kitchen floor as I tried to console her over the disastrous one second error in the time results, and I had to leave for my piano lessons before things could fully resolve.  Luckily, the sitter had brought Christmas gifts for the kids, including a new pair of super fluffy slippers for Madeleine, so that helped distract from the afternoon's various crises.

When I arrived home from work, things seemed calm, and the girls were in better moods.  Julia went off to her room to practice her flute, and Madeleine did some reading for school.  After Julia had finished practicing, she joined us in the living room, where Madeleine was practicing the piano.  Madeleine played through the Arabian dance from the Nutcracker, and logically decided the next step was to perform an ad hoc song and dance routine for Julia and I. 

MADELEINE: Araaaaabia, I looooove you..... (twirling and carthwheeling around, wiping out multiple times thanks to the slippery fluffy slppers)

JULIA: Do we have to watch the whole thing, Madeleine?

MADELEINE: Araaaabia, oh Araaabia - (face planting and nearly hitting her head on the fireplace)

ME: Madeleine.  You have to stop flailing around because you almost hit the fireplace!

MADELEINE: Araaaaabia, oh Araaaaaabia, I looooove you - (turning to Julia and whispering) Get your kazoo from your flute case!

JULIA: No.

MADELEINE: Araaaaabia... (running off into Julia's bedroom)

Julia and I foolishly assumed the performance was over, so we moved into the dining room, when suddenly I heard the sound of a body hitting the ground, followed by the clatter of what I was really afraid was pieces of a flute falling onto the hardwood floor.  

I was correct in what I heard.  Madeleine had run to get Julia's flute case to secure the kazoo for her totally amazing and graceful performance, and had slipped YET AGAIN in the fluffy slippers, hitting the ground so hard the flute case popped open and sections of flute scattered around the living room.  I put the flute together and had Julia try playing to make sure nothing was broken.

The F# key was broken.

Julia burst yet again into hysterical tears, while Madeleine declared, "No one should ever love me.  I have to go into my room for the rest of my life" and went into her bedroom.

Big, big, biiiiiig deep breath to muster every ounce of calm I had left.

I brought Julia's flute to the town music store for repairs and had a long talk with Madeleine about how she had now learned that one must be extremely gentle with musical instruments and she is never ever ever to touch another person's instrument without consent.  The girls were both full of remorse towards the other; Madeleine, for breaking Julia's flute and causing her sister such heartbreak, and Julia for seeing Madeleine so guilty and torn up.  Everyone is friends again.  The flute is still in the shop but I have been assured I can get a rental if it's not fixed in time for band.  I am hanging on to every last thread of patience and hoping there are no more surprise issues for the rest of the week.  Maybe, if I'm reeeeeally lucky, I might even get to the weekend without anymore surprise performances I have to sit through, either!

Breakfast

While the four of us sat around the breakfast table this morning, Julia colored a fish in her coloring book, Madeleine guzzled milk, and Ethan and I watched a video of a recent CNN interview.

MADELEINE: (looking over at Julia's coloring) Wow!  That's really good, Julia!
JULIA: Thanks!
MADELEINE: You're welcome.  Love you Julia!  (Blowing a kiss) You're the-(erupting with an enormously explosive belch)

Stunned silence around the table.

MADELEINE: (looking shocked)
ROWES: (breaking into laughter)

A typical day in the Rowe household.  We do table manners well.

Two Awesome Girls

Madeleine's newest book endeavor:

Two Stories about Two Awesome Girls
By Madeleine Rowe


The awesome girls seem to include a princess, as well as a blonde-haired girl who apparently floats in mid-air while in a horizontal position.


Let's find out about the first awesome girl, whose name is:

El Princessa Theodora


Ooh!  Exciting!  Madeleine is putting her Spanish skills to work in this book, even though she complains weekly about how boring Spanish class is.


Here's a look at El Princessa Theodora's palace:

Guava Palace/Tower C-
astle


Look at this c-
astle!  It has not just a main tower, but a secondary tower, AND a thirdary tower, AND a bunch of rooms!  Plus a moat with a crocogater in it!  But I'm wondering, why is El Princessa Theodora's room not labeled a fourthdary tower?  Because it doesn't have a triangle top, does it not qualify as a tower?


According to what Madeleine has written at the start of her book, El Princessa Theodora lives in New Mexico in the Middle Ages.  I'm not sure why she speaks Spanish then, as in the Middle Ages it would only have been indigenous peoples living in what is now New Mexico.  And I doubt the Pueblos peoples, who inhabited the land at that time, spoke anything resembling current day Spanish.  Also, El Princessa Theodora was born in Hawaii, which makes her not Pueblo by blood, but indigenous Hawaiian.  Don't think they spoke Spanish either, but I'll suspend my disbelief for now.  After all, this book also has a crocogater and a horizontally floating awesome girl.  Can't wait to read more!

Bedtime Discussion

Trying to give Madeleine some lessons in respect and tolerance and societal structures tonight at bedtime.

MADELEINE: Mommy.  Did you EVER notice that people from China and people from Japan BOTH have flat faces?
ME: Well, a flatter face structure is a common physical feature in more places than that.  A lot of Eastern Europeans have flatter facial features, like people from Russia, or Poland, or-
MADELEINE: But a girl in my class is Russian and SHE has a really round and LUMPY face.
ME: Well, not everyone is going to have that same feature.  It's just more common.  It's-
MADELEINE: Mommy.  Do you know what I do NOT like?
ME: What?
MADELEINE: When people are out in PUBLIC, say, at the Y, for example, and they're talking in a different language that's NOT English.
ME: Well, when two people both speak the same language as their first language, they're going to be most comfortable speaking in that language together.
MADELEINE: No, but I mean people who KNOW how to speak English.
ME: Think about it.  If you and I were in a foreign country, and we were out in public, wouldn't you speak to me in your own language, rather than the language of that country?
MADELEINE: Like speak Korean?  No way. I'd speak ENGLISH.
ME: No, but, you're learning Spanish in school.  If we were in a Spanish speaking place, would you try to talk to me in Spanish, or would you speak in English?
MADELEINE: Mommy?  A lot of people think of SPAIN as being the place where you speak Spanish, but I always think of Mexico and New Mexico.  And Mommy?  Someone at school said people speak Spanish in Florida.
ME: Yeah, there are lots of Spanish speakers in Florida.  A lot of people who live in Florida come from a nearby island called Cuba.
MADELEINE: Cuba?!?

I then launched into what I thought was a very educational speech about Cuba being a Communist country, and explained that although the Communist ideal is well-intentioned, it has proven in reality not to work as well as other forms of government. I explained about Socialism and Capitalism, then gave examples of countries with those types of structures.

ME: So, the United States is a Capitalist country, and in a lot of ways that's great, because people have a reason to try and push themselves to gain more money and more opportunities, but because we don't really have a base to start off on that you can live at, there's also a lot of poverty.
MADELEINE: You mean it's like the VICTORIAN AGES?
ME: Uh...no.  So, the idea in a Capitalist society is that anyone can build a life of success and wealth by working hard, but the problem is that not everybody starts from a place where that's possible.  Some children don't get to go to school or live in a home because their parents aren't able to afford that.
MADELEINE: Okay, but Mommy.  I have ONE question for you.  Do you think snakes, or at least ONE snake, got into the Great Pyramid of Giza?


Okay.  Seeing as we were basically on ENTIRELY different planets throughout the WHOLE bedtime discussion, I decided to put my Benevolent Teacher of Society hat by the side of the bed and bid her sweet dreams.