Meal on the Go! Simple Summer Sub Sandwich

Guess what everybody.

It's the summer.

It's Summer Olympics Time!

And Black People Can't swim!

Lately, I've been seeing a lot of footage on how black people can't swim.

I think it's because (fantastically enough) there are three black swimmers on the 2012 US Olympic Swimming Team, which is adding much needed diversity.

I think the point the media is trying to make is that a high percentage of black people don't know how to swim.
Which, my friends, is very, very different from flat out NOT BEING ABLE TO DO IT.
MSNBC reports nearly 60% of black children fall into this category.
30% of white children are unable to swim.

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I wouldn't call it bribery.
More like enticement.
or INCENTIVE. not insensitive. which it may have also been, but no need to start name calling.
Or let's just call it remuneration because nobody knows what that means.

It's July already and Middle School starts in 8 weeks.  You know Middle School. Junior High. Intermediate. Whatevs. The stuff of pimples, nudey jokes, and constant embarrassment.  Shelbi is going to Middle School in exactly 35 days, and just 7 days ago we finally figured out where that place might be.

I won't get into the long drawn out details of the situation, but basically we want said child to go to one school, and she wants to go to another.

We spoke to her reasonably about the situation.
"Please child. Please. Listen to your extremely knowledgeable mother and father, and go to the school we want you to go to."

Child: No.

Firework Brownies: Easy Blonde Brownies with Sprinkles (made with cake mix!)

The other day Bella took some photo albums off the shelf and sat on the couch to peruse.
Little Phoebe climbed up the couch and onto her sisters lap and settled in for the stories of all the wonderful times we've had.

"And this is the time when you had a birthday party at the zoo. . . .Oh! and remember when you got that fantastic doll for Christmas? And this is the time when you went to Disneyland? Remember that?"

"I went to Disneyland? I went to the zoo?  I'm the baby! I'm the baby! I'm so cute!!!" Feebs jubilantly replies.

What? Hold up. That kid has never been to Disneyland. NOR has she had a party at the zoo. I don't think she's ever even gotten a fantastic doll for Christmas.

"Bella what are you talking about? Phoebe didn't have a party at the zoo, and she's never been to Disneyland."

Bella smiles at me very politely, leans over and kisses her sister. Gets up from the couch, and whispers into my ear.  "I know that. And you know that. But Phoebe doesn't know that. I just tell her that because she's not in any of the photo albums and it makes her feel bad not to see any pictures of herself. So anytime there is a baby in the picture, I just say its her."

"Oh."

"Don't worry Mommy. She'll never know the truth."