And what do you say, dear?
In another post, I will proselytize yer fannies off with my newfound obsession:
sinus irrigation.
But this, just in:
7:34 a.m. Daughter has just slept 11 consecutive hours in her own room, in her own bed, with nary a peep. She arrives at my bedside, clutching her blankie, stuffed cheetah, and the practically-life-sized stuffed penguin her Auntie just sent.
"Look, Mama," she says, urgently.
"mmmfhhfff?" I say, astutely.
"Mama," she breathes, in an emphatic stage whisper, pointing at a spot on her ankle where a BandAid had been placed before bed the night before. "The Band-Aid Fairy Came," she says, in a tone of awe generally reserved for the Second Coming, the finding of
two maraschino cherries in your sundae, or the announcement that human beings can now fly to Mars. "She took that BandAid off oh-so gently. Do you think," she asks, enthralled, "that she left me some
MONEY?"
Labels: adorbable, plain ol' bragging, uncategorizable
If only it were just that simple
Scene: Dorcasina and daughter snuggling in bed. 7:15 a.m. Daughter has turned 5 the previous day.
Dorcasina's Daughter: Mama, what is being Dead?
Dorcasina: It's when your body stops working. It means you are no longer part of our world.
D's D: My Papa is dead. He's not a part of our world.
D: That's right.
D's D [waits just a second too long, which suggests a certain intentionality and perhaps even a bit of manipulation in what follows]: I know! [too brightly]. Maybe we can find me a
new papa.
D: Well, it's not that easy to find someone as special as your papa.
D's D: Well, maybe we can ask some of our friends if one of them can be my papa!
D [envisioning how this will go over among her male friends, and groaning to herself]: Ummmm...maybe that's not such a good idea...
Labels: adorbable, Kids today, speechless
More adorable tidbits
I was going to title this "adorable babbling," but I mistyped it as adorbable. And it is, frankly, adorbable:
My daughter has a CD of quaint old songs, including "There Ain't No Bugs on Me" (which is currently featured on a commercial for flea-repellent, performed by puppies whose mouths move in unnatural ways. Fake talking animals are also repellent, interestingly enough. But I digress, as usual).
My daughter hears the song as "There're Rainbow Bugs on Me," and has taken to sprinkling me with Rainbow bugs at various times. I find it charming. Plus, I can't figure out how to explain an ungrammatical double-negative to a child who still hyper-corrects her past tense. Rainbow bugs it is.
Labels: adorbable
