New Word

The Kid used a new word today. 

Nemesis  

As in, "My big sister is my nemesis."

Uhhhh. 

What?

Then she explained that in Minecraft, her sister is her nemesis now, because the last time they played they were not getting along. 

Oh geeze. 

Despite my best efforts, she is determined that her big sister is her nemesis, and is planning her defenses accordingly. 

I do not know if this is foreshadowing, or just freaking funny. 

Rudey

A couple of days ago, the Kid suggested I might have a problem. 

We were driving away from the Kid's art class. I was telling Jim about my ongoing irritation with many members of the human race. I jokingly said that some days I feel like The Hulk from The Avengers. You know, "My secret is I'm always angry." As I giggled, a small voice piped up from the back seat. 

"You might be a Rudey Pants, Grandma."

I almost choked to death while laughing. 

Chicken? Really?

Yesterday morning, the Kid informed me that my hair smelled like "chicken".

I would not have been so disturbed by this if

1. We had not been at daycare, and

2. It had not been at 7:45AM.

I had to spend the rest of the day in a panic. I mean, the Kid loves chicken, so it could have been a compliment, her was of saying my hair smelled nice.

But chicken? Chicken???? Nothing good came of her comment. She's evil, that one.

On the plus side, my hair was shampooed four times last night. Now I have fly-away stuff happening, and I am simply not girly enough to know how to fix it.

Oh yay me.