Fried worms

This morning was Jen's last day of her criminal procedure class. Slowly but surely, her law school experience is drawing to a close. Now, she just has to finish her papers and finals, study for and take the bar exam in July, and then she'll be a bona fide attorney.

While Jen was at school, Meredith, Elaine and I had some fun at home. First we had a dance party. Meredith was a little impatient, having to wait for the "fast part" of the song "Free Bird." In recent weeks she has expressed so much interest in every song she hears. She wants to know the name of the group, the name of the lead singer, how long ago they sang the song, and whether the group is still around today. So with Lynard Skynard and the Beach Boys I say "sorta." Meredith likes listening to "Help Me Rhonda." She asks what it's about and is satisfied with the answer that a boy is singing a song about asking Rhonda for help. Often, she asks what songs are about and if they are happy or sad.

After this morning's dance party, the three of us ventured out to get some seeds for the vegetable garden. Meredith requested broccoli and dwarf sunflowers. During the early afternoon, Meredith played with her neighbor friends with enthusiasm. The three of them spent a good half hour digging, collecting, smashing, touching, burying earthworms in the garden. There was some suggestion about eating the worms. Meredith responded with the not serious idea to fry the worms and then eat them. Truly, preschooler conversations are the most unusual and random ones out there.