Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Why I love my seven-year-old

1) This evening, she composed an operetta for Go Dog, Go! and sang it to me before bed. I particularly enjoyed the soaring passage as the dogs ascended the tree at the end to join the dog party.

Will they work there?
Will they play there?
What is up there on top of that tree?
A dog party!
A big dog party!

And finally, the triumphant acceptance of the hat, after so many rejections.

I laughed. I cried. I wanted to engage a string section.


2) Her description, in detail and with appropriate dance moves, of three of her male classmates emerging from the bathroom break wearing their t-shirts cascading of the back of their heads (like hair) singing "I'm just a Barbie girl...in a Barbie world..."


3) Today, she insisted on showing me her diary. It's possible that, when she is 17, she will crucify me for betraying a confidence, but the January 19th entry reads:

Dear Diary,

I think I have a crush on Zachary. He knows more about Pokemon than ANYbody I know. He says I'm funny. He told me I have to figure out how to beat the seventh gym leader on my own, but then he came back at recess and told me how. I think that means he likes me.

A word to the wise, Bug: A man who enjoys your sense of humor and will help you achieve your goals is a keeper.

6 comments:

winter said...

Sounds like a hell of a kid you're raising there. Stories like those tempt me to have one of my own.

Alison said...

This entire entry makes me want to clap.

So, *applause!*

rebecca said...

i love this!! can't wait to meet the bug someday!

Melanie said...

i love the guys with Tshirts for hair. oh yea.

good point on the man advice too. xo

newwavegurly said...

The shirts hanging down the backs reminds me of a part of Whoopi Goldberg's old one woman show, when she pretends she has long blonde hair "cas-cascadading" down her back. Wow, my sister and I watched that video over and over again way back when.

Ah, the little girl crushes. I had forgotten about those. Big girl crushes are so much more complicated, aren't they? It's no longer about who makes the best first baseman on your kickball team, or who can help you find the right bugs for your science project. It is still about the sense of humor and goal achievement though. Good call on that one.

Beanie said...

Gurly,

Sometimes I think we all would be happier if we just focused on those two things, instead of the things we spend our time obsessing about...