Sunday, June 24, 2007
This photo illustrates the kind of day I was having with my daughter Saturday. She was all make-believe and swishy skirts and thoughtfulness, and I was along for the ride. That night before bed, we were reading.
Bella: "That word is AMAZING." (We were reading "Spiderman" comics)
Me: "Sure is. Wow, you are really recognizing a lot of words--you're getting closer and closer to knowing how to read all by yourself, huh?"
Bella: "Sure am." (Gee, wonder where she gets that?) "Do you know that I am going to be five years old in October? And that after that, I'll be six, and then seven, and then eight, then nine, then TEN?" (Ten is how old her cousin Grayson is now, and however old he is, is to her, the ultimate goal, and where she stops counting.)
Me: "Yes, I know."
Bella: "I am growing up."
Me: "Yes, you are, and it makes me sad, a little, because I want you to stay just like this, and never grow up."
Bella: "I know, me too, but I am growing up all the time."
Me: "Yes, you are. I just wish you didn't have to."
Bella: "Well, I do. And after I am grown up, you will be dead."
Me: (*blink, blink*) "Well, I hope not for a LONG time!"
Bella: "Oh, yes. For a long time."
Me: "What do you mean?"
Bella: "That I am going to be a grownup for a long time, and you are going to be dead for a long time."
Me: "Well, let's see how Spiderman escapes from The Living Brain, OK?"
*poof* Spell broken. My daughter, master of the reality check. I'd better get it into gear and get some stuff done.