The Wooten Team

My sister's husband has been working on adopting her two kids from her previous marriage. Even though this wasn't complete (until about yesterday) the two kids (being 5 and 6) went ahead and called themselves by his last name.

Now, Destiny was in kindergarten this past year. And let me tell you, if there ever was a reason to use the "b" word her teacher was it. The lady just wasn't nice or accommodating in any way (which I thought was required to be a kindergarten teacher). She refused to call Destiny by her preferred name (Destiny Wooten) and instead called her by my sister's ex-husband's name (Destiny Pope). I don't know why it was such a big deal to this teacher if the 6 year old called herself by her for all intents and purposes daddy's last name. So, when the adoption paper finally came in the mail and all had gone through and the birth certificates now list my sister's husband as the father Destiny had one thought, "Mom, can we take this to Ms. Shuppin and show her that my last name is Wooten?" Man, I love that girl.

(No picture this post, but plenty are coming soon. Don't you worry.)

Destiny is Ridiculous

I called my mom the other night the evening before my family (Dad, Mom, Glenn, Destiny, and Gabriel) was leaving for the beach. Destiny (my 6 year old niece who's in kindergarten) answered the phone. We had this conversation.

Me: Hey, girl, how are you?

Destiny: Oh, I'm pretty good. About to go on spring break. How about you?

Me: I'm good. Where are you going for spring break?

Destiny: The beach. Do you have spring break?

Me: No, I still have to go to school.

Destiny: I know you do. That's a shame. Don't you miss kindergarten? You get to color, you get spring break, you can lay out on the beach *thoughtful sigh* it's just so good.

Me: Why are you being so mean?

Destiny: Ok fine *sigh again* I guess we can talk about your life.

I left this conversation confused. Did that conversation just happen with a six year old?

P.S. Sorry for not blogging much lately. March was an insane month. Maybe I'll blog about it.

Hair

To set up this story, I need to give you two pieces of background information.  One: on Friday, the whole family has movie night.  The kids usually get to pick the movie and they get to have candy and eat dinner while they eat the movie.  It's their prize for being good during the week.  Two: Destiny likes to do what she wants.  One time she didn't like the pants her mom had dressed her in for daycare so she wet herself on purpose so she could wear the extra pair she had there.  

Awhile ago, Mom and I took Destiny and got her hair cut without Heather's permission.  It looked like this.

She loved that she could brush it.  Having long, tangled, curly, half-black hair is frustrating for a little girl.  Lately (actually, for a few months) she's been begging her mom to get it cut again.  Heather was not having it.  She likes Destiny with long hair.  So, last night, Destiny started cutting it short herself. My younger sister (that has a cosmetology liscense) finished it up for her and now she has short hair again.  I was talking to Destiny on the phone today and she told me her punishment was that she could not have Friday movie night.  I asked her if she thought it was worth it and she told me to hold on.  I could hear her yelling, "What's worth it mean?"  Someone in the background explained and she came back to the phone and told me, with zero hesitation, "It was worth it."  If this girl doesn't have gumption, I don't know who does.

Destiny

(note: Caroline, before this post is over, I swear I'll tell you about Swimmy.)

This is my niece, Destiny.

She's really cute, no doubt about that. She's five now, going on thirty. I swear, this girl is too smart for her own good. When my sister and the kids moved in, she was very upset and said that this wasn't her own house or her own walls. she was mad. Additionally, when my sister broke off her engagement she was mad because it meant she wouldn't have a new daddy-figure in her life. Naturally, she made up a song that said "I'm daddy-less, but I'm fabulous." The poor kid. While I was home, she asked me what my job was. I told her I didn't have one and she literally yelled at me, "Ginger! You are twenty! Get a job!" What kind of five-year-old does that? Her latest escapade has to do with the sad loss of one of my sister's babies. Ferb was just too little and he couldn't make it. Naturally, you can't just tell a kid that it's future little brother/sister has died. Destiny has a pretty good grasp on Heaven, so they told her that Ferb decided he wasn't ready to be born and went back to live with Jesus. She accepted that answer for about a week before she asked her mother where Ferb was. Heather told her that Ferb was in Heaven with Jesus. She said, and I quote, "No mom. His spirit is in Heaven. Where is his tiny, baby, body?" Heather didn't want to answer the question, so she sent Destiny to my mom. My mom tried to explain as best as possible that his body was just absorbed back into his mommy's body (which is a lie, but you can't tell a kid that a dead baby is just still in there). She was mad when she went back to my sister. "Mom! Is what Gamma said true? Why didn't you just tell me that." Something is seriously wrong with a kid who thinks that way. I love her. I'll try to post more things she says within posts on other topics.

As for Swimmy. The reason the book is so controversial and sometimes banned is because of the fear of the communist hoard (because the fish are red). What in the world? Yeah, it's crap. Congrats to Sean who guessed mostly correct (even though his guess didn't have much to do with the actual things said in the book, but the release date). So, what treat would you like Sean?