The Katie Chronicles: Homesick Chickens Edition

I am frequently told that Katie is my mini-me. She does look like me but she also acts like me, too. Exhibit A: The following conversation ensued while we waited for Katie's most recent gymnastics class to begin. 

K: What's that? [sticking her face about 2.4 centimeters from a work document I had in my hand]
Me: It's a strategic plan.
K: ....
Me: It's facts and knowledge.
K: So it's me, then?
Me: No. You *have* facts and knowledge. This *is* facts and knowledge.
K: Nuh uh. I AM facts and knowledge.
Me: No, you are a goofball.
K: No. I'm a goofGODDESS, Mommy.

Yep, those chickens I sent out have definitely gotten homesick and are coming back. You've been warned, world.

The Katie Chronicles: Southern Church Lady Edition

Children inevitably pick up the rules and language of the culture in which they are raised and Katie is no exception. She and I have had a couple of conversations over the years about Justin Bieber and his various adventures that somehow were the talk of the elementary school set. (Are they reading gossip blogs at recess?) Katie told me that he and Selena Gomez were back together and her skeptical tone made me think she didn't approve. I said, "Well maybe she loves him and maybe he's matured. I read a People magazine at Aunt Teresa's and it said something about him going to church the other day." Katie said, "Really? Good. He needs some Jesus in his life."

So there you go, Biebs. You have a Southern church lady in training who is now rooting for you.