Me to  Luna "Later you and Luna can go to the playground."

Luna: "MOM! Her name is Soleil. If you named us both Luna, you would get confused!"

Me: "um, right" (didn’t I just show I was confused? by calling your sister by the wrong name?)

Luna in her room screaming. Me in the hallway keeping her from rushing out of her room.

Soleil: (in patronizing voice) "mom, kids are really difficult. I understand"

In baseball, the catcher calls what pitch to throw. He signals to the pitcher by holding his fingers down in his crotch. 1 finger for fastball, 2 for curve, 3 for slider or change up. Middle finger down to hit the batter (not really). In addition, the couches have a complex series of hand and body motions to relay messages out to the players in the field. Some are real, some are fake and the players all need to understand this strange language of baseball signs. Soleil has obviously watched too much baseball.

Soleil: "okay, here’s the thing. At my violin recital, you need to hold your hand up high to tell me that I play the A string. Hold your hand low for the E string."

Me: "honey, I don’t think I supposed to give you signs during your recital. Why don’t you just do your best?"

Soleil: "And if it’s A string with 3 fingers down, You should pat your head. Then for A string with 2 fingers, touch your face…"

Me: interrupting "no. I will never remember all of this! just do your best!"

Ain’t life grand!