Kids just waking up...I woke up early (6:30a), just before my alarm went off, with a disturbing dream. Woke up glad it was just a dream. All I can say is, I need to learn Russian. Then maybe these dreams where my husband and MIL are talking frantically to me in Russian will make sense, and be less disturbing.
Tess got all emotional on the drive home last night about her Dyeda (Russian grandpa). Out of the blue, she says:
"Bacteria can make you die."
Me: "It's pretty rare, though."
Tess: "What did Dyeda die from?"
Tess: "Sounds like 'pencer...and 'can't...'"
(she drifts off here, obviously sounding things out and rhyming them, to help her remember, then...)
Tess: "I miss Dyeda. I loved Dyeda. Why did he have to die?"
Then, within 30 seconds of my attempts to comfort her and find out the source of this sudden sadness, she's off talking about her bus driver and how they all have to be quiet when they are crossing railroad tracks (we soon came to railroad tracks, thus the jump to a safer subject).
Apparently her bus driver, Jen, has a CD player on the bus, which she turns down to listen for the train...all the kids have to hold their hands up to show that they are being quiet...and Jen went into a rant one day about her CD player (still not sure of all the connections on this, but it was pretty funny).
"Our bus driver spent her time and money to have music on the bus and we have to all be quiet when she stops at the tracks.
"But I wish she had Backyardigans instead."
Me: "What kind of music does your bus driver like to listen to?"
Tess: "Blues...y'know, stuff like that. Backyardigans has the blues. She should play Backyardigans."
(Tess is obviously obsessed with our Backyardigans CD...maybe she should take it on the bus some day for Jen to play...heh, I'm sure that would be appreciated...)