Not a Fan

Reagan is not a fan of our current "earn to play" ungrounding plan, devised by her overly ambitious brother, who instantly regretted his idea.  When she saw this list made for her, she promptly crossed out her own name and put Quinn's, and then drew frowny faces all over it.  It makes me laugh, even though little girl thinks this is NO LAUGHING MATTER.

Get Your Mind Out of the Gutter

Reagan found a balloon.  And thought it would make the perfect unicorn horn.  "Look at me!" she said.  "I'm a unicorn!".  And then she proceeded to wear the thing ALL.NIGHT.LONG.  Even while skyping her friend in China, who seemed a bit confused as to why there was a long pink thing on Reagan's forehead. 

UGH.  I'm embarrassed for her, but in her innocence... she had no idea.  She did ask me at one point why I couldn't stop laughing, which promptly made me, you know, stop laughing.  I didn't really want to have to explain anything.  REALLY. 

Overheard

Reagan and her friend Darla were eating breakfast, having an 8 year old girl conversation.

Darla: "I had a dream that I got married.  It was terrible."
Reagan: "That is terrible."
Darla: "To a boy I have a crush on.  But I will never tell anyone who it is."
Reagan: "You just gave us a hint!  It's a boy!"

Colossal Mom Guilt

Found this note in Reagan's room today.  No comment necessary.  Obviously written before Christmas, since I haven't been to work in six weeks, really.