You LIED To Me!

A sequel to last week's "But I told the TRUTH!" post. Ruby has a new favorite phrase; guess what it is?

Ruby: Daddy, can I have a treat?

Dadam: No, honey, dinner's in five minutes.

Ruby: You LIED to me!

Training

Cecilia and Momlissa will be running in a 2K next Saturday, and Cici is getting both nervous and excited about it. She's nervous because she wants to win (we've tried to warn her that this is extremely unlikely), and excited for obvious reasons. Over the weekend she ran a practice run with Dadam, and together they did the whole distance while only stopping to rest a few times. I think she's going to do a great job come Race Day.

Yesterday she asked if I would go running with her in the afternoon, but I desperately needed to do some laundry and other miscellaneous cleaning in the basement. Since we have a treadmill down there, she asked if maybe she could run on the treadmill instead. Normally she's not allowed to use the treadmill because she's too little and it's not safe, but I gave in and stood nearby while she ran for a few minutes. She didn't love it and the run only lasted a very short while, but I did manage to snap a few pictures of my runner in-the-making. Between her runs with her parents and swim class each week, it's only a matter of time before she's kicking ass in the Olympics. I'm just sayin'...

Roots.

Ruby [half singing]: A Mexican, a Mexican, a Mexican.

Dadam: What do you mean, a Mexican?

Ruby: Alvin and the Chipmunks is a Mexican.

Dadam: Alvin and the Chipmunks are Mexican?

Momlissa: Cici, do you know what a Mexican is?

Cici [without hesitation]: French people.

Political Incorrectness.

Some of you may remember that a while back we had some problems with Ruby referring to aliens as "Indians," thanks to one of her grandmothers who again shall remain nameless (Judy) having let her watch an old Dean Martin western spoof. I wouldn't have thought there was much that could be more mortifying than being out in a public place and having your child start shouting, "Help, help, the Indian is going to eat me!" . . .

. . . but apparently there is. Last night Cici started swim class at a local high school, and while Ruby and I were waiting for her to come out of the locker room afterwards, an East African student wearing a headscarf came walking up the hallway towards us. Ruby took one look and started shouting, "Help, help, a witch, a witch!"

Lord help us. . . .

Maybe this is why we have problems with sassiness...?

Just thought I'd add a picture since we've been light on the photos lately.

(Seriously -- it's just sparkling apple juice.)
(Or is it?)
(Yes, it is.)
(Maybe.)

But I Told The TRUTH!

Ruby's new Get-Anything-You-Want card to play is But I told the TRUTH!

Examples:

Ruby: Dad, can I have a sucker?

Dadam: No, Ruby. Supper is in one minute.

Ruby: But I told the truth!

Or . . .

Dadam: Ruby, can you put your colors away like we asked you to yesterday?

Ruby: I don't want to.

Dadam: I don't care if you want to, I told you to.

Ruby: But Daddy . . . but Daddy - I told the TRUTH!

Catching Up Fast.

Cici [yelling from upstairs]: Dad! How do you spell 'junior'?

Dadam: 'J-U-N-I-O-R'!

Cici: Okay!

Ruby [yelling from upstairs]: And how do you spell 'Alligators go underwater'?