Me: Avie, I think Daddy needs to tickle you.
Avery: Why? It's not his job.
Me: It is his job. He's your dad.
Avery: Oh, is he your helper now?
After my doctor appointment today, Bill took me to Costco. He pushed me around in a wheelchair. It's not as much fun to go shopping when I can't see anything. It was nice to get out of the house for a few minutes, though. Also, Bill is not a good wheelchair driver. He almost crashed me into three other carts and one toy display. It was kind of scary.
Carter was very proud to tell anyone who would listen that he read ten hours last week. (He was reading Fablehaven and couldn't put it down.) At least he likes reading now, but what does an eight-year-old read next after Harry Potter and Fablehaven?
Preston has been playing "I Love to See the Temple" on the piano lately. I've got to get him a piano teacher soon because a) he hasn't really even had a lesson, and he obviously has some talent, b) I can't listen to that song much more, and he has got to learn some new songs, and c) I don't think I am going to be able to teach my own children piano lessons like I had planned. I think my kids will listen to another teacher much better than they listen to me.