Basic Austin Kid

We were heading out for an errand, when Molly notes that she looks like a “basic Austin kid.”

She’s right! And so self-aware. πŸ€”

The Whataburger drink gives it away. This is her favorite restaurant and has previously done a cartwheel πŸ€ΈπŸ»β€β™€οΈ when told we were getting Whataburger.

Any School Nurse

Today I set Molly up with a new keyboard and mouse for her MacBook at the little desk in her room. She said the liked the mouse and then started played with the keyboard. It was a little “clickier” that what she was used to.

Her face immediately lit up, and she rolled out a pretty great joke…

“Hey, Dad. What do I sound like?” she said as she clicked continually on the new, loud keyboard.

“I don’t know. A kid typing?” I said.

“No,” she said. “Any school nurse.” Then she giggled a lot, as did I.

“Hey, Dad. Go outside and come back in,” she said, gesturing towards the door.

When I cam back, Molly greeted me as a nurse. “What is bothering you today, honey?” I told her I had a scraped knee. She continued to type loudly.

“Okay, let me see what we can do about that,” and turned toward her web browser to type something in.

Then she whispered to me, “Dad, look what I’m searching.”

She had typed in the Google search field, “what is a nurse.” πŸ˜†

Good one, Molly. πŸ‘