Conversations with my daughter

My parents are visiting for a while and have rented a minivan for the duration. Yesterday afternoon all of us (the Italian, Buddy, Punkin, Grandma, Grandpa and I) were driving somewhere in the minivan. I was driving, Punkin was in the way back with the Italian.

Punkin was telling us about a book she had read recently that had something to do with dragons, I don't remember what. The book was one of the volumes of the Magic Treehouse series, a name which any of you with young children will recognize and the rest of you won't. She started telling him about how great the series was in general. The next thing I hear from her was this:

Punkin: It's a really nice series. Each book is about one half expository text and one half fiction.

The Italian: Hmmm? Really.

Me: [stifled snort as I try not to drive off the road while I laugh and marvel at my 7 year old daughter].

In other news there is little other news. My parental visit is consuming most of my energy and leaving me drained. It is great to see them and it wears me out. More on that some other time.

Knitting on Friday was great, I enjoy very much the friendships I have made through knitting and it's nice to know that others feel the same. I wish I had more time to knit, my sanity could use it these days. Plus my mother brought along two socks with holes in them, so it looks like between her and the Italian I'll be darning socks for a while!