And not just hungry, but obsessively hungry. Craving. Cannot think of anything in existence beyond this one item.
Lie down on the floor in front of the fridge hungry?
Mum doesn’t know what the Olympic diving board is made from.
Yep, that’s the one!
Boy PDM was watching the synchronised diving and cheered “my one won” after a dive. He thought it was a race to the water. He also kept asking during the various cycling races “where are they going?”. The Olympics doesn’t make a lot of sense to be honest.
I also want to say wood? But then that seems too simple? And maybe it’s some kind of high tech composite material?
From Wikipedia (which you may have looked up by now)
Modern springboards are made out of a single-piece extrusion of aircraft-grade aluminum. The Maxiflex Model B, the board used in all major competitive diving events,[1] is made out of such aluminum, and is heat treated for a yield strength of 340,000 kPa (49,000 psi). The slip-resistant surface of the board is created using an epoxy resin, finished with a laminate of flint silica and alumina in between the top coats of resin. This thermal-cured resin is aqua-colored to match the water of a clean pool.[2]
So they’re made out of the same thing as airplane wings!
I was just looking it up. I wouldn’t have guessed aluminum.
Pikelet now responds to me looking up things she has asked me with “I didn’t ask google, I asked you” .
Ooo, I would not respond well to that. That sounds like a declaration of war, child. Find out how often mommy doesn’t know stuff now, even if I normally would. (I have not had coffee yet, I might be less petty with caffeine. Might.)
Daddy wouldn’t just pour cereal on the counter to eat. He insisted I had to put the cereal in a bowl!
“Knowing how to find information is more important than knowing information, because over time we can forget what we’ve learned. Also, it’s always a good idea to check to make sure you’re right, or things haven’t changed”
She is absolutely taking the opportunity to throw back at me a line we use on her
Mom wiped my nose and “I want my snot”
Mom offered me some of her food I was pointing at.
Mama went in the bathroom and locked the doors.
Mom went back upstairs to work. We have this meltdown about 10x per day.
He has to do to kindy. I feel like we’ve just moved the crying about going forward so he does it at home in anticipation instead of at kindy when drop off actually happens.
Because he doesn’t want to be an adult.
That seems reasonable.
“Your grandma is going to miss out on Christmas” (she died 10 years before Pikelet was born…)
“Because my seat doesn’t face backwards like the baby’s.”