Recently in Katie Category

Katie and I are driving home tonight from Tae Kwan Do, when we pass the place near us that used to do a nice Dim Sum brunch. They've been closed more than a year now, so Katie was reminiscing.

K: You know what I liked that they had? There was this one thing that had sort of wet meat in soft bread.
D: Um...wet meat?
K: Yeah. It was sweet and the outside was white sort of?
D: a roast pork bun?
K: Yeah! That was it.
D: Wet meat....ew.

Bet that description would NOT do well on a menu...

A few weeks ago, Katie decided that she needed to write a newspaper. Her first thought, I believe, was that she would sell it to our neighbors. That's my little capitalist right there. However, quickly abused of this notion by us, she decided to write it anyway and spent quite a bit of time writing assorted articles, including a very nice review of Wall-E.

So, without further ado, The Glasses Press is available here

Way to go, Buggie!

We were just watching horseracing on TV as Katie saw it on the guide and wanted to watch the horses. She's under the belief--the unbelievably mistaken belief--that there is some way we will get her a pony. I think she would be fine with it living in her room as far as she's concerned, although she might not think so when it filled her shoes with crap.

Anyway, as we watch the race and are commenting on the horses, Katie says (so we can all clearly hear):

"My heart aches with longing..."

Uh huh.

I'm in the kitchen feeding Katie, Ellen and our neighbor child Claire a nice fresh pizza and I get into this conversation with Ms. Bug:

Katie: Dad, when are you going to have your own pizza parlor?
Me: Not for years, Bug.
K: I have a great name for it. You could call it Paul's Perfect Pizza Parlor.
M: thats a pretty good name, but it's a lot of P's. I try to keep the pee away from the food (lame joke as I'm walking out of the kitchen).
K (to my retreating back): But Dad, alliteration is good in a restaurant name!

I just stopped, turned around, stared and said something like..."uh. right."

She's 7.

We're on the way to our accountant, playing a game at Katie's suggestion where someone says a proper noun (usually a name) and then the next person has to say another name that starts with the letter that the last person's choice ended with, e.g., if I say "Batman", the next person would have to pick a name that starts with "N". So we're going around dozens of times and I say one that ends in an R. Kim's next and says "R2D2". Katie comes next and, not surprisingly, is sort of stuck coming up with a name that begins with the number 2:

Me: How about 2Pac Shakur (which is also spelled "Tupac").
Katie: OK. (mumbles something) Ellen, it's "n" to you now.
Me: wait..N? shouldn't it be R?
Katie: no, chicken ends in N.
Me: um...chicken?
Katie: yeah, didn't you say "2 packs of chicken?"

There's the new king of rap: 2pack of chicken. Word up, wingboy.

Never to be outdone, Bug entered a poetry contest this week at school. Not only did she write a wonderful poem, but she won first place for her whole grade with this very timely and hopeful poem:

Let's hope life imitates art. Great job, Bug!