Saturday, March 27, 2010

A.M. P.M.

Conversations with my girl are always interesting.  Out of the blue, the door to her room opens and she joins the family convergence in my room.

Chi [smiling with new found knowledge]: I know what a.m. and p.m. mean. 

Mommy: Really?

Chi:     Umm-hmm. A.M. is at morning and P.M. is past morning.

Mommy: Where'd you get that from?

Chi:    My head. [then, thinking I didn't believe her source, she adds] What?  I'm smart.  Even Mr. Moore and Mrs. Sloan [her substitute and her teacher] don't know that.
my girl