Claire and I are off on our big adventure to visit “Cookie”.  Cookie of course is Keith — Claire’s godfather.   He’s been at a parish in Mechanicville, NY for almost 3 years and Claire and i finally had the opportunity to come up for a visit.  We arrived here on Wednesday night — Claire was a trooper on the plane, even though it was incredibly past her bedtime.   She entertained everyone around her (as usual) with her “blast off” routine when the plane took off.  When we were in the Cincinnati airport between planes, we stopped at Qdoba to get something to eat.  There was a man infront of us, wearing a uniform.  Claire said to him:

C:  Hey Man, are you a policeman?

M:  No ma’am.  I’m a pilot

(her eyes widened)

C:  YOU’RE A PIRATE??? WHERE’S YOUR EYE PATCH?

M: (laughing)  I”m not a pirate ma’am I’m a PILOT.  I fly the airplanes.

C:   Oh.  (pause)  I like your silly hat.   What’s your name?

M:  My name is Ray.

C:  That’s not a very nice name. 

I think the plague of embarassing questions is upon us.  In the last 24 hours she told the pilot he didn’t have a nice name, asked Keith’s friend Mary Jean what happened to her teeth  adn told his friend Janet that she was bigger than her mommy.  (Janet is not bigger than mommy, FYI.  she replied….well…I’m older than Mommy).

We are really having a nice time.  More later…I need to help Claire color!