Me: "OOOOHHHH...Emmy look!! What letter do you think THAT is???"
Her: "I dunno."
Me (undeterred in the slightest): "C!!! C!!!! I'm just sure it's a C!!! Lookie there!!!"
Her (definitively): "No. It not."
It ended with her physically turning her little self entirely away from the felt board and me vowing to practice "C" from lunch until bedtime.
Anyway, today "C" stood for cow, cats, crayon, and cup.
Also, a bag of candy corn to share with our friends. Since Emma has a reputation as being "strong willed" at school, I figured a little bribe couldn't hurt establish preschool friendships. That, and outshining all the other kids with her alphabet knowledge. Since that doesn't seem to be our strong suit yet, I bought the extra big bag of candy corn.
Too bad the caterpillar (that I stayed up extra late making) was forgotten on the kitchen counter. Don't think for a second that my pride wasn't wounded at the thought that those preschool teachers will never know how good I am with the dot art paints.
I did, however, remember to cut out Emmy's dot art "C" and use it to spiffy up the double bubble letter bucket. Last night was our first attempt at dot paint art, and given that we didn't start until nearly bedtime, I recklessly abandoned the idea of a tablecloth, smock, or other necessary protective items.
I therefore delivered a finely polka-dotted child to MDO this morning. How we ended up with way more on our skin than on the paper I still don't know. But onward we went, proudly toting our letter bucket.
In other "C" news, guess who is extra CUTE in her new Tinkerbell Jackie-O glasses? I'm especially posting this picture for my mother, who has a tremendous fondness for gigantic sunglasses. She has passed on the genes.