Our house was the site of some…er…beautification techniques yesterday.
These techniques were, from the sound of it, rather painful for a 14 year old mermaid.
The younger and, in this case, wiser mermaid heard the caterwauling and jumped up from her deep-seat and motored down the hall proclaiming,
I hear the suffering but I gotta see the action!!
A parent likes to claim control.
A kid tends to take control.
A parent likes to claim influence.
A kid tends to exert influence.
If they both stay open and explore; who knows.
Dance? – nope
Soccer? – uhhhh NO.
Hula? – meh
Gymnastics? – sure?
Cheer? – whatever
Biking? – eh, when it’s warm
Making Movies? – if you do the hard part…
Math? – are you kidding?
Singing? – when I feel like it
Well you can’t watch YouTube all day.
Reading?– Hey, I like this.
So…what are you doing now?
Writing a story – will you help me publish it online?
Yes, yes I will.
Let’s see where this goes.
TheWeeOne surveyed the fridge in her nightie and socks, …for a while.
Pragmatically-minded I marked time in my head:
* (close the door already?)
Luckily I curtailed the pragmatist and sensitively asked,
What are you looking for?
Something ta eaaat…
I breathed in, to speak plainly, but she is not one to leave obvious statements stranded for long.
Whirling on her heel, back tightly arched, shoulders awash on the words, she continued the stream,
…cause my tummy
is as big
as the sky