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June 03, 2006
Princess of Non-Sequitirs
I first wish to make clear that I adore the little girl I am about to describe here. She is beautiful, she is funny, she is smart. And I don't just feel this way because when she finds out I'm coming to visit she says things like, "I like Sally. Her nice."
But she's 2 1/2. She makes some connections that she just can't explain to weird grownup types. Like the one I'm about to relate.
Understand that I know how fragile feelings can be. I would never laugh at a kid who is already upset about something. Just because they can't always explain or express their feelings clearly doesn't mean they aren't experiencing those feelings intensely. However, the following exchange required me to turn around on the couch very quickly and stare at the opposite wall, because I almost burst out laughing.
She had been napping or was on her way to napping, I don't recall which, but Dave was helping the Dad install a murphy bed in their spare room, and the Mom and I were chatting in the living room, and the Little One came out of her room. Something distressed her, I don't recall what. It might have been getting her nose "cleaned" and scrubbed (she had a little bit of a cold). [Edit: I remember the cause of the argument: She wanted to keep her children's vitamins in the play kitchen in her room, and her mother, a good parent, took them away to put them in the real kitchen, explaing "that's where medicine goes." ] She started to cry, and the Mom said, "If you're going to cry, please go to your room."
And the Little One, tears pouring down her face, wailed, "But I have my slippers on."
I'm hoping I've told this story well enough that it's not just funny to me.
Posted by sally at June 3, 2006 12:34 AM
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