
Well...we managed to finally get an oil change in my car this week. Brendan and Josie were standing by the window watching the garage in the waiting room that was filled with people. I am sitting on another bench across the room. Right beside the kids on a bench was a rather overweight old man. One of those where the belly rests on the knees when he was sitting down. Josie, in all her cuteness, walks right in front of the man, points to his stomach and says "Big belly". I could hear it the whole way across the room, so I know the man heard what she said. He just looked at her, didn't crack a smile or acknowledge her presence. Brendan frantically motioned for her to come back to the window and watch the cars. About a minute later, she returned to her place right in front of him and repeated "Big belly" again, pointing along with it. By now, I was thinking whether it's worse to just ignore it, or go over, pick her up and apologize to the man. Quicker than I could decide, Brendan yanked her over to me and said "Mom...I'm so embarrassed. You'll never believe what she just said". The man still never said a word. I guess we need to work less on English, and more on social graces.
She had her first piano lesson this week. It went well and so far practice hasn't been too difficult, if we do about 5 minutes at a time. School has proven a little harder these days. Yesterday was the first that I made her do a worksheet that I wanted her to do, not just whatever she chose. It's time to learn that school is following directions, not just a free-for-all with pencil and paper. She pitched quite the tantrum, but eventually realized the uselessness of her fit and happily did her paper. Today went a little better...no tantrum, but still needing a little convincing to finish the paper that Mommy wanted done. She can do very nice work...when she wants to.