Rock on pink girl, rock on!
So last week, we decided to have a smoked-meat supper night. Lester's smoked meat (I only wish we could've gone to Schwartz's on the Main!), rye bread, Moishe's deli potato salad, the works. I waited all day to get home and eat this meal. Keira being a ham-lover that she is, I thought would love this meal.
We tell her eagerly it's a smoked meat night! She gets all excited, bounces around and shouts "yay! smoked meat! smoked meat! smoked meat!". We sit her down.. she waits eagerly and patiently I may add. We put the dish in front of her. She takes one look, looks puzzled then says, "mais, y'est où mon smoked meat?" (where's my smoked meat?). We tell her, "there! in front of you!".
She seriously thinks we're crazy cuz she points and says, "that not smoked meat" and then proceeds with hand gestures what she's expecting. Anyways, 5 minutes of hand gesturing and us trying to tell her THAT's smoked meat led to much pouting and eventually her pushing her plate away in disgust.
Smoked meat to Keira? Ah yes... meat on the barbeque, smoking away.. You know? Steak. Medium rare. Doh!
I've also been preparing all the christmas gifts for Keira's teacher & daycare ppl at school (does anyone know if I'm supposed to do that?!). I tell ya, there are alot of ppl to give gifts for! Or am I being crazy giving gifts to the daycare peeps?? What's the general rule of thumb? Anyone? Anyone?
Anyways, Keira keeps mentioning this Madame Carignan. We have to give something to a Madame Carignan. Now, I know occasionally there is an extra person (to the extra person already helping her teacher - oy!) who helps out so I thought that that who this person is... Until I found out today that Madame Carignan is the lunch lady! The lunch lady who serves the 3/4 year old classes (the preschoolers have meals prepared at school). How the heck does Keira care so much about the lunch lady?! She barely eats and when she does, like a bird! I am baffled. And the lunch lady gets a gift. huh.