I Now Pronounce It President's Day

Painting in the basement with children today.  It took guts, let me tell you.  Only one major accident, and several minor spills. And I only swore once.

Okay,  so we really weren't PAINTING  painting.  It was just the primer.  Still a lot of work, and a long ways to go.  And they were great sports about spending part of their President's Day holiday involved in manual labor.

Audrey was not involved in the painting today.  She got a last minute invitation to go sledding, so I let her go.  I'm nice like that.  But it almost seemed like she would have rather stayed home and painted.

Olivia was a firecracker  today.  She stuck it out with the painting for a good two hours.  She painted a big patch on one wall with the roller and she did all the edges with a brush for me too.  What a pro.

She and I  had a little chat about President's Day last night, and all day today, she was was on a kick telling me about George Washington and that traitor Benedict Arnold.  Only she can't pronounce Benedict Arnold, and calls him Bacon McDonald instead.   Also, she keeps getting George Washington confused with Joseph Smith, and will gladly tell you all about Washington's first vision.

Then, while we were driving to the store today, she had brought along a little plastic horse that she had found under her bed.  "Hey Mom," she calls from the back seat.  "I finally figured out the name of my horse!  It's Shinna!"  I tell her I think that is a great name for a horse, and am only partly wondering where in the world she would come up with a name like Shinna for a toy horse she has owned for three years and never bothered to name before. Then she says, "His name is written on the bottom of his foot, just like in Toy Story!"

Then I hear Will, who is sitting in the back seat next to her say, "Let me see that."  A pause, and then he says in a slightly impatient voice,  "Olivia, it says "made in China".  That's not the horse's name."

Oh well. We  both  still  think its a good name.