Snobbery brought to you by Anothermadhousewife: I got a postcard in the mail today from the Health Department. It has a cute little frog on it, and these words are printed on his belly: "Dear Parent, Don't forget! Your baby's next shots will soon be due." However some of the words are crossed out and others written in, so that it says: "Your child next shots is due." . . .I really think it would have been better to leave it as it was. The fact that someone went out of their way to make the postcard say these words makes me laugh. Another funny thing is the fact that none of my children has ever had an immunization at the Health Dept. Not one. If I were more consciencious, I may have gotten Flu vaccines there, but I never have. My kids have always gotten their shots at their regular check ups at our pediatrician's office. Some of the younger guys HAVE had a finger prick at the Health Dept, to check their iron, but it remains a mystery to me why the Health Dept, wants me to contact them in regard to one of my kids' shots. . .Just thought I'd share. I should also mention that despite my mockery of someone's lack of grammar skills, in my experience [most] everyone at this particular Health Dept has typically been very courteous and helpful. I thought I should call attention to that courtesy, because it is in stark contrast to another nearby county's Health Dept, which will remain nameless. . .And that concludes my grammar snobbery for the day. :) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Natalie (who's 3) has a habit of getting bent out of shape about something or other in the car and wailing until we get to our destination. I have a habit of forgetting to bring her blanket when we go places and often have to listen to her wail, because I have no leverage (ie-- You can have your blankie back, if you stop crying). However, the other day, instead of making me want to drive off a bridge, her wailing actually cracked me up. She was saying, "I waaaaant pinks!. . . Pinks liiiiikes me. . .and she miiiisses me. . .So I waaaaant hew [her]!" Yes, "Pinks" is the name of her blankie. This was all after she had tripped and skinned a knee, while we were running an errand. I said, "Poor Nat, you've had such a hard day." And she said, "I know, I got huwt so many fwee (3) times." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Julia (who's 5) has given me an elaborate explanation of what she wants to be when she grows up-- a farmer, a scuba-diver, and an animal rescue person/vet. She will live on "an island, just like on Lost." She will have a barn and lots of animals to take care of. She can go scuba diving, whenever she wants to, because the beach is right there. Then later in the day, she will go wandering through the woods and find animals that are hurt, so she can "fix them up.". . Sounds like a great life. . .especially if the forest isn't haunted with black smoke and polar bears. ;) | 
