The Workers

My older daughter, Sladjana, never stops amazing us. This past weekend, her and I went to visit with some friends of the family, for their annual Slava celebration. We go there each year; however this year, Kristina was sick so it was only Sladjana and I.

As we were driving there, she mentions that we went there last year, too, to the Feast. Feast is how my friend Vladan explains the concept of Slava to non-Serbs. That was my first surprise.

She then goes on to tell me how last year, we went with two cars. I thought and I thought, through two stoplights, yet I couldn't remember the circumstances of last years visit. So I asked, "How do you know we went with two cars?" Sladjana reminded me that after the feast last year, she went with Kristina and their mother to visit some friends, while I went home to do some work.

I was impressed. After all, how many five-year-olds can remember something from a year ago in such vivid detail. So I prodded: "That's very good. How do you remember so much about last year?"

"Daddy! I have workers up here who write down everything that I hear and everything that I say!" I should have known.

Priceless

We took the girls to see the Wiggles last night. It was a fantastic show! Here's how I break it down:

Tickets for 4		$160-
Parking		$ 11-
Gas		$ 12-
T-shirts		$ 30-
Light wands		$ 36-
My younger daughter, Kristina, coming up to me during the show, and in excited 3-and-a-half year old fashion, sputtering out "Thanks...thanks for...thanks....thanks for....for bring.....thanks for bringing us here!"		PRICELESS