Today in Sunbeams, the lesson was titled “Jesus and Heavenly Father Love Me.” I was trying to reinforce the main idea by repeatedly asking, “Who loves us?” I think Stella got tired of me asking.
Mom: “Tell me again, who loves us? Heavenly Father and J, J, J…”
Mom: “NO. He didn’t love anybody!” ____________________________________________________________________________________________
Dad and Stella went to Safeway and saw wood for sale piled high outside the store.
Stella: “Hey, look at all that wood, like what they used for Abinadi!” [As in, Abinadi, her favorite Book of Mormon prophet who was martyred and burned to death by the wicked King Noah…]
*Note: As a former reading teacher, Mom is supposed to be proud of these sorts of text to world connections, no matter how macabre they are… ____________________________________________________________________________________________
During dinner prep:
Mom: “Stella, may I put some peas in your bowl?”
Stella: “NO, you can’t. It’s IMPOSSIBLE!” ____________________________________________________________________________________________
We were walking home from the store and approaching a group of high school boys bouncing basketballs on the sidewalk.
Stella [in a really loud voice, while pointing]: “Those boys have balls!”
Mom: “Shhh, yes they do.” [And then laughing]
Stella: “Mom, are you laughing at ME?” ____________________________________________________________________________________________
Stella was playing Great British Baking Show and making “Genoise sponge” cake by tossing Legos and stuffed animals and giant plastic spiders into a bowl…Sophie came along and tried to help…
Stella: “No, Soph! Don’t touch my semolina and strong flour!!!!” ____________________________________________________________________________________________
Dad came home from work and told us about a meeting with a coworker in which they discussed the possibility of us moving to Hawaii for a new position with Kaiser. Stella was eavesdropping at the table:
Stella: “We’re not moving to Hawaii. We’re going to stay in this disgusting house.”
She’s probably right. ____________________________________________________________________________________________
I asked Stella what we should name baby brother.
Stella: “Captain Hook!”
Mom: “But he was a rapscallion. We can’t name brother after a bad guy.”
Stella: “Well, your baby is a rapscallion.”