Cowbell

I have a T-shirt I happen to love. I found it at Ross Dress for Less and I usually only wear it to sleep in so the only people who get to see it are my family. Franny has been interested in words and what they mean and she often asks, "Mommy, what does this say?"

One morning last week Franny came in to my room to wake me up and I asked if she wanted to go watch cartoons for a while. She said, "No." I said, "Do you want to cuddle with Mommy?" That little sweetheart said yes and climbed into bed with me. I happened to be wearing that shirt I love and Franny said, "Hey Mommy?" and I said, "yeah Franny?" "What does your shirt say?" I pointed to one word and said "More" and then to the other word and said, "Cowbell." "More Cowbell."

Mommy's got a fever and the only prescription is more cowbell.



Last Sunday in Primary Franny was given her very first CTR ring. She was thrilled. When people at school notice it at school and ask her what CTR means, we want her to be able to say, "Choose the Right." So we've been working with her. She almost always needs a reminder. This morning when I asked her what CTR means she said with hesitation: "You... did a... good job." Good try, honey.

The kid LOVES music, so I thought I'd sing "Choose the Right" for her to help solidify the meaning of her ring for her. I know most of the hymns by heart and I felt confident that I could sing all the words from memory. But what came out of my mouth was an odd combination of words from various verses that just didn't sound right. Sophie was behind me on the floor of their bedroom looking at the books "Pinkalicious" and "Where the Wild Things Are" at the same time. As soon as I started singing "Choose the Right," Sophie started dancing around the room like a wild thing with her hands in the air and jumping over the books on the ground. Sophie's wild rain dance and the strange looks I was getting from Franny made for a very amusing morning.