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Stop Gawking!!

Our children say funny things all the time and I try to keep a good record of these things so we can "tell the story" later. For those of you who know our children (actually any children), you know they LOVE to hear stories about themselves. Often, at our house, our children will ask me to tell them a story about when they were little (when did they decided they weren't little anymore??).

They usually ask for the same stories over and over--The Mustard Story, The Chocolate Friend and Chocolate Daddy, The Clown, Toothpaste. Anyway, all these stories are written in their journals, but we know them by heart. I always feel bad when we have somebody over for dinner and they have to hear the stories.

So, I have another story to add. I'm planning to put this in Makayla's journal (and the "Milk" story in Ricky's), but maybe this post will help me remember. I'm just realizing that "The Toothpaste" story isn't in anybody's journal but we have heard it soooo many times!!

Anyway, Emily is reading, "Where the Red Fern Grows," and is enjoying it immensely. Often, when she is reading, she asks for the definitions of words she might not know. So, she asked, "What does G-A-W-K mean?"

I told her it means to stare at something with surprise or amazement. I said, "Sometimes boys will gawk at pretty girls. People gawk at car accidents on the side of the road . . ."

Makayla interrupted and said, "And I am gawking at the door."

I said, "Not knock--gawk."

Makayla said, "I know, I am gawking at the door. It means I am staring at it in surprise and amazement."

Where did that come from?

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