The Katie Chronicles: Confession is Good for the Soul Edition

Recently, Katie and Ethan played in our basement and had to clean up the mess. Ethan complained that Katie only did one or two things and he did most of the work. We are so numb to squabbles over insignificant (to us) differences between the kids -- an ice cream dip that is one or two microns smaller than a sibling's, an extra page of a bed time story that one got and the other didn't -- that we didn't pay much attention. And then about an hour later, Katie hands me this note. In case you can't read first grade penmanship, allow me to translate: "Dear Mommy, I love you so much but Ethan did do all the work. All I did was sweep and pick up my shoes and my stuffed animal. Love, Katie. PS, I cannot find my books." Superego achieved? Well, we're working on it.

The Katie Chronicles: Southern Charm and Zombies

Recently, Katie and I were watching TV and I remarked how pretty the lady in the Chico's commercial was. Katie said, "Yes, she's pretty, Mommy, but not prettier than you. She's only the second prettiest lady." Awww, sweet baby. And it's not even close to Christmas or her birthday. Then later, Rome was kissing Katie on her forehead several times. She said, "No eating my brains, Daddy!" She's right. We have a strict "no brain-eating" rule in our house. You can't be too careful. You never know when someone will lure you in by comparing you favorably with the Chico's lady and then go zombie on you.