So, I totally need to post about my latkes (BEST EVER!!!!) and brisket (KICK ASS!!), but, ugh, I just don't feel like it tonight. I'm in some weird state of holiday-induced lethargy.
BUT! Dylan is so funny lately. First of all, she got a manicure set for Hanukkah, and is suddenly the nail salon queen of Chicago. We all have fancy nails, including Michael (his toenails are purple - very cute).
Also, she has made a ton of funny comments lately. Last Friday, she bounded out of bed. "It's Hanukkah! Let's open presents!" I informed her that it didn't start until the evening. "What? Why?"
"I don't know. Those are the rules of Hanukkah."
"Well who made those rules?"
"I don't know. God?"
"Well... SANTA made the rules for Christmas."
And then she marched into her room and slammed the door.
But, wait, there's more. Today, we got into my car after school, and she said, in a very angry tone, "MOM! It's Hanukkah. Why don't we dance the hora??" (When we got home, she put on her High School Musical CD and made me teach her the hora. Little weirdo.)
Finally, I had to go to her school tonight for a meeting. Before I left, I ran upstairs to grab my wrap and check my email. When I came downstairs, she said, "Mom, what were you doing upstairs? Blogging?"