nonsense: words or language having no meaning or conveying no intelligible ideas
The Rubick's were kind enough to let me take Sasha (the 5 year old I nanny) to the RCR (Rose City Rollers) league meeting Sunday night...
Me (thinking to myself)- ok, car seat, check. food to eat, check. color books for entertainment, check. wheels and gear to return, check.
We get there and Sasha sees Christmas Cookies in the shape of skates and I let her have one. We find a seat next the Beatties and, surprisingly, Sasha listens patiently to all the roller girls speak, engrossed in what they have to say. No need for the color books.
But then, about 5 minuets before we have to leave, Sasha gets antsy and turns to me to say- "this is nonsense!"
I had to bite my knuckle not to crack up and interrupt the meeting. It was hilarious. Some of the Betties gave me funny looks, and I made a small sweeping gesture with my hands saying- I swear she's not my kid.
This reminds me of another brilliant Sasha moment.
One afternoon, we walked to the library to color and say hi to Kate. While in the library we were seated on a bench waiting for Kate to get out of a meeting when we saw the Dean's assistant and Sasha turns to me and asks (loud enough so others could hear), "Is she important?" I asked her why she thought she was important and Sasha says (again loud enough for others to hear), "because she has big hair." Ha! That's the secret people, get big hair and you will be important. Then, when we went to leave Sash demands, "Run!" And I say, "no, it's not safe to run in the library." And Sash says, "Well we should walk as fast as we can then."
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