Abby was introduced to the movie Grease tonight. She loves musicals.
Talking about Sandy (the goody two-shoes Australian played by Olivia Newton-John), she blinked innocently that:
“She’s a good girl for writing notes.”
(muffled laughter on our part and then, as if to clarify)
“And she made that mean girl go out her bedroom.”
Last night Angela and I had a night off. Abby went to Gramma Nana’s house eyes wide and full of energy while we went to a movie and then a party. The movie, Flightplan, had a 6 year old character in it that made me want to call Abby, I don’t mind saying it made me miss her. So when we arrived at the party I grabbed a phone and called Nana’s.
“Can I talk to Abby?”
<noise like a phone in the dryer>
“HIIIIII!” (no patented Lenhart singsong lilt to this one)
“Hi honey, are you having fun?” (a reasonable question considering her vigorous hello)
“Yeah, and we’re getting ready for bed and so YOU CAN’T COME!”
“Don’t worry honey, I won’t come over.”
“Okay. you can’t come. b-bye.”
Not even three but that was all I needed to hear.
I like the term squnchy for this picture. She popped the pose in an instant and I was only lucky to have focus.