Cutes. . .

October 26, 2009 at 12:10 am (darndest, random Puffs, whimsically silly)

“A child is a curly, dimpled lunatic.”

– Ralph Waldo Emerson

T, still in her purple fuzzy footie jams comes running out of her room with a pile of purple froof clutched tightly in her hands. . .

T: MOMMY! I want to wear my TUTU!

Me: Okay. . .*helps her get it on*

T: I am a beautiful ballerina!

Me: You sure are!

*T wanders off for a few minutes, puts on a feather boa, every necklace she can find (including a pair of binoculars), and a sparkly tiara*

T: MOMMY! I am a beautiful ballerina princess!

Me: *giggle* Oh wow! Look how gorgeous you are!

T: Yes. . .*twirls* I am gorgeous.

*T vanishes again for a bit, and returns with a pair of green wings*

T: I am a BEAUTIFUL BALLERINA PRINCESS FAIRY!

Me: I am dazzled by your loveliness!*swoons*

*T rushes off, gets a magic wand and runs back*

T: Mommy, I am a beautiful ballerina princess fairy. . .

ALAKAZAM!

And I turned YOU into a FROG!

Me: Ribbit. Ribbit. Ribbit. . .

T is ‘reading’ the alphabet book that her Nonna gave her.
She is happily turning pages and calling out letters that she recognizes.
She comes to a page with a question:

“What begins with B?”

Of course, Puff can’t read. So, as she has been doing, she goes over the sentence and names all the letters she can. When she reaches the end, she slams her finger down on the question mark and in a loud and ominous voice states:

IT IS A MYSTERY!

I know I haven’t taught her what a question mark is, or what it symbolizes, but I’d say she hit the nail on the head. Though I do have to wonder where she picked that info up!

Being a kid can get confusing sometimes. . . with so much still to learn, it makes the head spin. And just when you think you’ve got it down, they go and toss in stupid things like homonyms, just to foul you up. . . its tough being little!

T & Me are listening to classical music in the car.

T: I like this song!

Me: Me, too!

T: It sounds pretty. . .

Me: It does. The instrument in this song is a type of horn. An oboe I think. . .

T: OOH-BOH? A HORN?!

Me: Yeah… I think it’s an oboe. . .

A day or so later, T gets to choose a special treat from the dollar store for being good. She chooses a 6-pack of sparkly bugs. . .

T: MOM! What kind of bug is THIS?!

Me: Hmmm. THAT looks like a rhinoceros beetle.

T: *dubiously* Rhinoceros beetle?

Me: Yup! Look – see how he has a great big horn on his nose – just like a rhino!?

T: Ooohhh. . .a horn!

T: *Pokes horn* BEEP BEEP!

Me: *giggle* Not THAT kind of horn – thats a car horn! Rhino’s don’t ride in cars, and neither do beetles!

T: *nodding* A HORN! I know! It is an OOH-BOH!!!

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