Chicken Girl
The things we do for our kids. Cub Scout Camp Out. In August. In Florida. Two weeks after hurricane Charley. After spending three days with no power - experiencing no air conditioning, we are going camping for two days. In a tent. With no air conditioning. In hurricane season. It will rain. FavoriteSon, my little scout, we love you.
PinkGirl is THRILLED. “YEAAAAAH, we’re going CAMPING!!!!” Please, oh please, oh please, oh please let us get a campsite close to the bathroom. Wait - that means we hear everyone ELSE going to the bathroom in the middle of the night. sigh.
For all the complaining, we really do have a great time together. All the sand and sweat and sand (did I mention sand?) we can take are worth the smiles and memories we all make.
FavoriteSon is in FOURTH grade. When did THAT happen? He loves his school, likes his teacher and does his homework without nagging (so far). Coolest kid EVER.
PinkGirl wakes up full of information. Tuesday she woke up and TALKED. And talked and talked and talked. Finally, she sighed, raised her hands to the air and said. “I’m out of words now.”
On Sunday - out of the blue, she wanted to watch Disney’s Robin Hood. For three days, she’s said, “Mommy, I’m . . . who’s dat Robin Hood girl again?” “Maid Marion, honey.” “Oh, yeah, I’m Maid Marion. Daddy, you Robin Hood, FavoriteBrother, who are you? Mommy, you the chicken girl.” For those of you who’ve not watched Robin Hood lately, “Chicken Girl” is Maid Marion’s lady in waiting. Don’t EVEN call me chicken girl next time you see me or I will tell PinkGirl you want to be . . . I’ll think of someone you don’t want to be. 
