Africa

Straight from the Daddy files from this morning's car ride to daycare:

So MPR was on the radio, and they were talking about the young men that have been missing and turned up in Africa.

Alanna fixated on this and I reassured her that she was safe as the kids they were talking about:
1-are boys
2-are about 18-20 years old
3-All went to a church in Minneapolis (actually a mosque, but I did not want to have to define that also this morning)

To which she replied…”oh good, we are never going to a church in Minneapolis right?”

I then said “no its not Minneapolis’s fault, its just that Africa needs soldiers and they are trying to get them wherever they can.”

To which she said “Oh yeah, they don’t even have enough to eat, but at least they can play games, and mini-games right?”

And I said “what?!”

A: “Like the Mommy show.”

D: “What Mommy show?”

A: “The Africa mommy show where they don’t have any food and play games…”

D: “You mean, Survivor?”

A: “Yeah Survivor!”

Alanna's Snowy Butt

Alanna's helping me write this update and decided on the title of the post all by herself.

Tonight when we got home, I went down to the curb to get the garbage cans.  I turned and looked up the driveway to see Alanna intentionally and enthusiastically plop down into a huge snowbank.  No snowpants on, bottom first.

I hollered up the drive, "Alanna!  Why are you sitting in the snowbank?"

She replied at the top of her lungs so the whole neighborhood could hear, "Because my butt likes snow!"