Imagination

I had a different topic for today, but then this morning's ride to preschool happened.

As is often the case, the girls didn't have much interest in getting up for school today. I was running late for work (to my credit, I was late due to chopping sweet potatoes at 6 AM to get them in the crock pot for tonight's dinner), and came back downstairs in time to see my wife trying to put a dress on a screaming Marie. Etta was peacefully eating a banana while all this transpired around her.

Two hours later I did a quick check-in to see how the drive to preschool went. Turns out things didn't get much better in the car. Marie had calmed down, but Etta took up the fight. With a bag of dry Cheerios in hand - the remote hope that she might eat something along the way - Etta repeatedly claimed that monsters and a clown were holding her bag shut so she couldn't eat it. If anyone knows how to combat that logic while navigating rush hour traffic, please let us know.

Marie - now a solid 5-10 minutes past her own tantrum - continued to ask, "Why is Etta crying?"

Yesterday Etta said that a helicopter was circling her bed. We're starting to wonder if she has a creative imagination or some creepy insight into NSA surveillance that we're too naive to understand.