Overheard

It's 4 in the morning, here at Casa de la Bohemia, and we have the doors open and citronella burning.  I'm sitting at my laptop happily tapping away, searching for the next new Paleo recipe...perhaps something I can put in the crock pot now and eat later?


Rosie:  Holy double shit! (her own phrase, I don't know anyone who says this)
Fi: What? and why are you yelling.
Rosie: (still with headphones on, listening to F.Scott's metal)  Flies are attacking the light.
Fi:  That's not flies, it's moths.  Moths are good.  I once met one this big.

Funny thing is, this convo is soooo typical, including the cursing.  But I never let them use words to demean or hurt others in any way (even, not so dirty words!).  Believe it or not I've gotten reprisals from other parents who allow their children to behave ever so fucking hatefully, but don't curse in the process.  I ask you this: Is social conformity of higher value to teach our children, than kindness?

Overheard

We're going to call this section "Overheard" because I am not, in fact, a part of the vast majority of the conversations that will be described here.  In this first Overheard post however, I am, to my great amusement, involved.

(sitting at the dinner table)

Fi:  I wish to be a chef when I grow up. (yes, she does talk that way, the little nerd)

Rose: I want to be a mommy when I grow up.

Me:  Well, those are great choices! But remember you can choose to be a mommy AND have a career etc. (feminist propaganda about being superwoman follows here)

Rose:  Well, I want to be a mommy.  A mommy in a box.

Me & Fi: (perplexed looks on our faces)

Her Morbid Sweetness

Rose: Why can't I be a mommy in a box?

Me:  Well honey, you can be whatever you want to be, but...What kind of mommy is in a box?

Rose:  A dead mommy! (smiles with delight)

Okay, at this point I have sorted out that she wants to be a mummy.  But, what kind of kid wants to be dead in a box as her chosen profession?  Of course, Rosie's cheerful morbidity astounds us all...quite regularly.