Imagine my surprise this morning when I called Annelise down for breakfast (oatmeal with strawberries, she was minimally excited) and upon arrival she flew this Lego ninja from a camouflaged paper airplane (with windows!) into an ocean (her empty iron bead container) (which made me immediately wonder where those 8500 beads were if the container was filled with water).
Oh, and pour out her ocean in the sink.
While nibbling on her oatmeal she reviewed for her social studies quiz and somehow reading about Pocahontas led to questions about segregation, slavery, civil rights, when Pappo was born, Harriet Tubman and the civil war.
I'm not quite sure what sparked her interest but I tried my best to cover two hundred years in under two minutes while I packed her lunch.
As if that conversation hadn't taxed my muddled pre-coffee brain, as I was fixing her hair (just smoothing it out with the flat iron) she switched conversational gears to her college aspirations.
You know, going away to college vs. commuting and state school vs. Christian school.
At this point we have 1.5 minutes before we must scream out the door.
She's still weighing her options but was already firmly decided about two things:
1.) She is never going to smoke and, b.) she'll never get a tattoo.
I nodded my approval as I stumbled into my shorts.
She then threw me for a loop when she said she knew drinking alcohol was bad but just wanted to let me know she might have a sip of wine at a wedding someday.
I let that one lie and declared it was past time to leave so we made a beeline to the car.
Note to self: get up earlier and chug some coffee to be better prepared for our morning chats.
Oh, and pray.