Out and about today:

Lydia: Mom! I just saw my favorite car.

Me: You did? I didn't know you had a favorite kind of car. Which one is it?

Lydia: That long one over there! (points to a black stretch limo)

Me: (says) Oh, that's called a limo. (thinks) Of COURSE it's your favorite.

Geek Parent Pride

Like winning the lottery.

LOST Fans: Curing the Post-Season Blues

Coping with the harsh, cold reality of hump day without LOST for week upon endless week is tough.  When your post-season LOST ennui threatens to overwhelm, why not try a fun Dharma inspired craft project?

These labels from Max Pictures' Blather are so fantastic, I've had to restrain myself from covering the contents of our pantry in Dharma Initiative labels.  (Fear not: I may yet get to that point.)

As it is, I couldn't resist creating these small favors for our LOST season recap dinner tomorrow night:

Birds & Bees

So right at Martin's school pickup one day last week Lydia asked THE question, you know, the one you never feel quite prepared for. The baby question.  Which should not be surprising given her interest in having babies, but still.  She's only five.

Saved by the pickup - I replied that it was a great question but we'd have to talk about it after we got home.  Of course, once home, she went on her way and in the chaos of dinner, homework, dog, bath, bed I quite forgot about it.

I remembered on Sunday and told Marty.  So at breakfast (breakfast!) he launched right in, and asked Lydia if she still wanted to know where babies came from.  "Of course," she said.  "Not so fast," said Martin.  "I DO NOT want to know."

"Are you sure?" I asked.  "At 8 years old, some of your friends might start talking about this stuff."

"I don't care, I won't listen." he said.  "I don't want to know!"

And so he doesn't.  But Lydia does!  In basic, simple terms - and that's all she cared about.  No "eew" or "gross" with her; just gathering information, she filed it away for future reference.

But on the topic of kissing, she had this to say: "I want to kiss a boy, right NOW!"

Just as I was thinking, "We are going to need both a porch, and a shotgun," we realized that she meant she wanted to kiss her dad.  Aww.

Next Generation

Lydia has been discussing and planning for the arrival of her children since the age of 3.  An incredible amount of foresight, if you ask me.  I can't recall ever giving the matter this much consideration until my late 20's.

She has waffled a bit on the number of children - first she planned to have 4, but then abandoned that number as 'too much work', and opted for 2.  Lately she is back to four.

She'll casually reference the topic in conversation; shopping in the mall, she has said things like, "Oh, that baby outfit is adorable.  Will you buy it for my baby when it's born?", or driving in the car the other day, "Will you come and stay with me to help after my baby is born?"

And most recently, as an addendum to a conversation about birthdays:

Lydia: "When you have a birthday, after I have my babies, they can come to your party and help you celebrate, and have cupcakes."

Me: "Yes, of course, that will be fun.  I fully intend to give your children ALL the cupcakes they want!"

Pause.

Lydia: "Not ALL the cupcakes they want, MOM.  They'll have to ask me if they want more than one!"

Kids are Smart

Martin:

"I want Barack Obama.  I think it would be a better way.  I don't want to go to being poor, like you don't have enough money for food and stuff."

Lydia:

"Yeah, I think Barack would give us more money."

Martin:

"What's this economic thing they're talking about?"

Mom:

"John McCain thinks he understands economics better than Barack Obama."

Martin:

"I doubt that."

Namesake

A few weeks ago we were talking about Martin's name, and his two namesakes, his Dad and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.  I think it came up because we'd heard part of the "I Have a Dream" speech on the radio on the way home - it was the day Barack Obama gave his acceptance speech.  Martin had studied Dr. King in school last year (the above photos were from a project booklet he made), and he said "Oh, I know all about the 'I Have a Dream' speech."  

We asked Martin to describe Dr. King's dream and he said: "His dream was that one day his children would not be judged by the color of their skin."  It took me by such surprise that I nearly cried.  

The kid wants Barack Obama to be our next president.  

If you could change the world, what would you do?