I don’t have much for you today. I’m so busy working on this Saturday’s St. Louis Interactive Festival that I haven’t had much time for anything else. Oh, and my internet was down all morning.
I KNOW, RIGHT?!
Please, if you are interested in attending the Interactive Festival, I encourage you to do so. We have some A-HA-MAZING speakers lined up. Seriously – top notch folks. Don’t believe me? Check out the St. Louis Bloggers Guild site and read for yourself. Every day this week, I have been writing out descriptions of each panel and giving you the bios of all our speakers.
It’s FREE to attend AND your registration includes breakfast, lunch and beverages! What a deal! You should come!!!
M’kay – moving on…
I had an interesting little conversation with Tia this morning as I got dressed. It went something like this.
Tia: “Mommy, I wike your undawear.”
Me: “Thanks, Tia.”
“Tia: “Who buyed dat for you?”
Me: “Nobody – I bought it for myself.”
Tia: “You buyed your own undawear?”
Tia: “Well, who buyed you your pants?”
Me: “Nobody. I bought these pants for myself.”
Tia: “Why you buyin’ you own cwothes?”
Me: “Well, when you get to be a grown-up, you just usually buy your own clothes.”
Tia: “Dat woody thtinkths, Mommy.” (That really, stinks) I fink dat sounds bowing (boring).”
Me: *pause* “Well, it does kind of stink doesn’t it?”
Being a grown up is so boring…