Bathtime compromise

Life goes on, BRAH!

My buddy and I belted out all the kids' songs for a solid hour at the karaoke box. Then the grownups started busting out all the adult tunes. Mommy was impressed when I sang Green Day's "Wake Me Up When September Ends" with her after only hearing it once! I got good at yelling "Ghostbusters!", doing the "YMCA" and screaming "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da Life goes on, BRAH!!!!!!" This evening spawned my obsession with "Sound of Music". My parents concluded any song, even ones they love, played 30 times in a row gets old fast!

Secret's out

My teachers gave my parents this note today: "Isabella loves to help around the classroom. Every afternoon, she goes around the classroom and looks to see if all the activities are on the right shelf. And if they are not, she helps fix them and is very proud of herself when she is done. :-)"

When my parents read this to me, I looked at them and said "That's not true!" I can't believe that my teachers wrote this! Now I'm going to be expected to clean up at home! I hate cleaning up at home! @#$%&!

Later, I admitted to Mommy that the note was true, and the reason why I didn't like cleaning up at home was because I didn't know where to put things away. Mommy has taken that as a cue to more aggressively donate my toys. Double @#$%&!

A lesson in Surrealism

...a treasure hunt for Gorky, an art project recreating Margritte, so much fun during a visit to SFMOMA.

My school of choice

I got into my kindergarten school of choice! Sometimes the best option can be the easy one.