Brynne woke up this morning and called me to her room, which is out of the norm. (Usually she comes into our room and climbs in bed with me for a bit of morning snuggle time.) So - I knew something was up. She had that serious look on her face that means she's just figured something out - something important. She said: "Mom, I can do it... d... a... d... (making the letter sounds) That spells dad, and dad is a palindrome! And mom is too!" I wish I could claim that my 4-year old is a genius savant, but I think she must remember this from a book we got her a while back. The funny thing is that the book is at her grandma's house, and she hasn't seen it for months. Yet, this morning it somehow came back to her and "clicked" now that she's really trying to learn to read. It's funny how little brains are able to recall these things that we are sure are long forgotten! Certain moments I never want to forget - like Brynne first using the word palindrome; perhaps writing about it will help to emblazon it in my mind forever.
Jerry and I have had a few long and stressful weeks in a row, and we were chatting last night about the use of trashy tv as therapy. I'll admit to watching a few useless shows, and they really do help to clear my brain of pretty much everything. We've especially been enjoying the new season of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia - such an incredibly crazy show, filled with completely despicable, but hilarious, characters. Ah... a lot cheaper than a psychologist, right?!?