Thankless Job

As I was making treats for Sissy's preschool class, she comes in and asks me what I'm making.

Me:  Rice krispie treats.

Sissy:  Oh.  I don't like those.

I wanted to scream, "Since when?!!"  I had put a lot of thought into what I was going to make and a decent amount of effort into making them.  Then she informs me that she's not going to like them.  Motherhood is such a thankless job.  I guess I should be used to it by now, but occasionally you dream that someone might just appreciate something you do.  I ended up making jello jigglers to go with them and she loved those.

Today Is Not "O" Day

After we dropped Precious off at school this morning, Sissy and I were playing "friend."  The next thing I know, I look at the clock and it was 8:45.  Sissy should be at school already.  So I checked the calendar quickly because Fridays are always show-and-tell days.  It was "O" day, but we didn't have time to run upstairs to get an O toy.  I grabbed a can of olives and we headed out the door.  As I rushed her into school while everyone else was already seated, I noticed the "O" things in the other kids' cubbies were not "O"s at all.  They were "G"s.  It was too late at this point, so I left my 4 year-old daughter to explain why we had olives instead of grapes.  I talked to the teacher after school and she said they used the "G" for great since the olives were Great Value.  Thank goodness for Wal-Mart brand food :)