It's a small world.

I'm not sure how to write this so that it makes sense. It is kind of confusing, but I will to try...

Several weeks ago I blogged about a random neighbor kid hopping into my car one morning for a ride to school. I guess this kid's mom Nellie is friends with someone I know from church (I'll call her Jane.)

Jane called me yesterday. Jane and her husband are going on a Pioneer Trek this week and their babysitter cancelled at the last minute. Jane told me that she was telling her friend Nellie (my neighbor) that she was looking for a babysitter.


Nellie my neighbor told Jane that she knew a lady who lived down the street (ME!!!) who absolutely loves kids and she was sure that I would love to babysit for her.


Jane asked her what this neighbor's name was and Nellie said, "Mindy." Jane laughed because she knows me from church and was planning to ask me to babysit anyway.

After that introduction, I had no choice but to say I'd babysit, right?



Anyway, apparently I have a random person living down the street named Nellie offering off my services to the neighborhood. Because I love children. And this is true. I do love children.

This whole conversation made me smile. Because it IS a small world after all.

Got Mustard?

We planted mustard seeds in our garden. We weren't sure what to expect but they grew. It turns out that it isn't really mustard at all. They are little lettuce leaves. Every time we eat them for dinner my husband comments that they don't taste like mustard at all.

Anyway. Last night as we ate our 10 little mustard leaves, my daughter asked if mustard doesn't come from mustard seeds, where did it come from?

Hmmm. Good question.

I had an idea. It was the first thing that came into my mind.

"Maybe mustard comes from an animal. You know, like milk comes from cows. Maybe mustard comes from milking an emu?"

Anna wasn't impressed. "You can't get milk from an emu, mom. Emus are birds."

"Have you ever tried milking an emu?" I challenged.

"An Emu isn't even a mammal." Anna knows stuff like this.

Okay. She might have a point.

So for the rest of dinner I had to endure the mocking taunts of "Emooooo" from across the table.

However, I still maintain that it's possible. Not for an emu of course. But maybe a different sort of mammal.