Because I am going to Kindergarten . . .

. . .I can do ANYTHING!

This is Carmella's new catch phrase. Yesterday I took her to her new school and registered her for kindergarten. She is beyond thrilled. All I have heard since I wrote down the Carmella stats and signed her life away to the county school is how she is going to kindergarten and:
She.
Can.
Do IT.
All by herself.
If she had hips and a booty and could snap like Beyonce she would-- that is how sassy she is.


"I don't need help! I'm going to kindergarten."


Beau will chime in, "Me too!"

And I'll ask incredulously, "You're going to kindergarten?"

"No," he sadly admits. "Dardella."

And Carmella will affirm, "Yep, I'm going to kindergarten because I am five and I'm really smart."

"Oh, yeah?" I ask, "Who is the President of the United States of America?"

"George W. Bush!" she answers. "I know THAT because I'm going to kindergarten!


Didn't Robert something with an F foolishly write a book about "Everything I need to know I learned in kindergarten?" I'm pretty certain that Carmella has already read it. I think I might have passed on that one. I am still finding there is A LOT of stuff I don't know. I completely missed those chapters on 5 year olds and 2 year olds and husbands. I guess it must have been one of those book jacket reads for me.

But the sequel to that book I have read. Heck, I think I wrote it and it is called: Everything that is fun I learned how to do in college and I am still living it. As a parent though, I am happy if Carmella never reads that one.

In other news we went to the park and enjoyed this most lovely spring day: