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Wacky Wednesday – That Dirty Heroic Horse

Breast Cancer isn’t really very funny. Parenthood, however, I will admit can be really really funny. And I do try to laugh at myself as often as possible. When you combine That Girl, That Guy, and My Girls, you get a pretty Wacky life. When I was a child, probably when I was learning to read, one of my favorite books was “Wacky Wednesday” by Dr. Seuss. Since we constantly talk about how wacky my oldest is, some Wednesdays I will be sharing what I think are pretty Wacky stories, quotes, and silliness from our lives. Enjoy!

That Little Girl is learning to read. It is going well, and I couldn’t be prouder. The process has had it’s ups and downs, but hearing her read and figure out a new word is really amazing entirely making up for any of the “downs”. Since it often involves a homework assignment, sometimes it is a struggle to get her to sit down and do it. Making it a task, instead of something for fun when she just stumbles upon it herself, really seems to have taken the joy away from reading for That Little Girl. Second to having her read a book to me, I get the warm fuzzies when I happen upon her obviously reading a book alone.

Let me set the scene for this one. Snuggled up on a Sunday evening. That Little Girl is reading the book to me. All is going well. She’s half laying on me and half sitting up. Fuzzy blanket. The whole bit. We are working on reading the book so we can answer some questions for school. The writing is a bigger challenge since she doesn’t have the patience for handwriting at times and isn’t too enthusiastic to sit down and do that part. This was also about the same time in the last few months when she told me that “church is boring. Almost as boring as handwriting.” Um, yeah kid, you have a tough life.

Ok, back to snuggled up, listening to a sweet little voice, thinking life is amazing. And it is. It is also far from perfect. Just as I was having my “moment”, That Little Girl got to a word she hadn’t seen before. That word was “heroes”. True, it is close to horse, which she knows, but she recognized it was different. Good for her! And she decided to go with the pronunciation of “whores” said really drawn out so it kind of sounds like horse, but yeah, not really. And then I snort-giggled and my “moment” was only made better.

She claimed it was horse after my reaction. Either way, I apologize to heroes everywhere but whenever I see that word in print I am pretty sure I will hear that sweet voice saying whores. You really can’t make this stuff up.

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