bad days and barbie

Date April 1, 2008

I love Alexander. He’s helped me through some pretty tough days.  Seriously.  I read this book to my kids today for about the fifth time this year.  We love it and it was one of those days.  You know the kind.

At recess, (because I’m internet obsessed and not cool) I checked my email (for the umpteenth time) and my facebook (yep, again) and my friend Catherine’s status said, “Catherine is having a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.”  I’m all about teachable moments, so I showed it to my kids as they filed back in.  Juan Miguel asked me deadpan, “Is your friend Barbie?”  That’ll fix your day, right?

Extra little tidbit for your reading pleasure:  I looked for this book on one of these kind of days when I was living in Australia.  And you won’t believe this.  In Australia, Alexander doesn’t want to move to Australia.  He wants to move to Timbuktu.  How funny is that?  The grass is always greener, I guess.

2 Responses to “bad days and barbie”

  1. Summer said:

    When I was a kid and I was having a bad day, my mom would ask if it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad kind of day. Somehow it still makes me smile to admit that it is, even when I’m horribly grumpy.

  2. Lindsay said:

    Timbukto. Awesome.
    I personally want to move to France on the bad ones.