They Concern Me

This morning I was working in the kitchen and Elizabeth Taylor walks in carrying Star wrapped in one of Charmer's blankets.  She sets the "sleeping" Star in my arms.  Charmer then informs me that Star is "dead" and they are having her funeral.  Liz Taylor was going to burying her in the garbage can but first Charmer needed to bless her.

The kid is three.  How many three year olds know people get blessed before they are buried? Or come up with the idea of pretending to have a funeral for that matter?

Star miraculously came back to life right before being dropped in the can.  Two minutes later Charmer was dead and being buried.  At this point,  I told Liz Taylor to start having baptisms or weddings, the idea of burying each other in the garbage can and playing dead was a touch too much to handle.  I mean seriously when I was that age I definitely was not playing funeral maybe we have a future mortician on our hands.

What I Learned Today

I am not meant to be a bike mechanic. Neither is Elizabeth Taylor.

Quote of the Day

Photographer to Elizabeth Taylor and me: "Are you twins?"

Aunts and rest of Big Bad's Allstars: laughter

Me: "There's a five year difference..."

It Felt Like I Was Experiencing Deja Vu

This summer no different from any of the last eleven of my life has been spent at the pool with the swim team.  However unlike 10 of the previous summers, I am no longer one of the swimmers.  I'm a coach.  AL and I have had multiple conversations regarding "did you ever think when you started you would become a coach?" and similar lines.  To be honest with you, no I didn't ever see myself as a coach.  Honestly I don't know that ever saw myself swimming much past those first couple summers and I certainly didn't see myself teaching other people how to swim as well.  Eleven years and a lot of swimming later however, I am a coach and I am spending my third summer in a row giving swim lessons.  The other day while giving a lesson to a little girl one of the pool rats asked me if the girl was my daughter.  My reply "Um, no I'm teaching her how to swim." In my mind I was immediately taken back to a time that seems like forever ago, when I was the little girl and Amy was me and another child had asked if I was her daughter.  It was a little scary how similar the situation was and frightening to find myself in the position of the teacher.  Oh how the times have changed, and oh how I certainly didn't expect to find myself in this position.