Daphne and I played a game today.
Daphne enjoys fruit snacks (this is a bit of an understatement; also, Niagara Falls is somewhat damp). She refers to these as “chewy dogs”, “chewy Tiggers”, and so on, depending on the shape of the fruit snacks.
Daphne is also at the age where the bargaining begins.
So she asked me for some chewy dogs, and I said “No, we’re making dinner right now,” and she said, “How ’bout, umm, chewy Princesses?” This developed rapidly into a question of what kinds of chewies could be out there waiting to be discovered, with each of us proposing possible variations of chewy X, and the other replying, “No, we don’t have any!”
Here are the types of chewies that Daphne thought up:
- tigers
- monkeys
- chair
- stairs
- foot
- potty (ew!)
- Mommy and Daddy
- Bryon and Mauria
- Nemo
- butterflies
- dinosaur
- The Wiggles
- Captain Feathersword
and I’m probably forgetting a few others.
Daphne’s exercising her imagination in general. Holly always asks Daphne what she did at school that day; today she replied that she had sat on a horse, and proceeded to name what all of the other kids in her class had sat upon: variously, a horse, a rooster, a tiger, a pig. These are the animals available on the carousel at our local mall, which she most decidedly did not visit while at daycare. Woulda been fun, though.
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The best part of going to the zoo: the fake animals.
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I enjoy relating the occasional funny pronouncement by Daphne… such as:
>Daphne: I want some apple juice Daddy. Ok Daddy? (answering her own question) Ok!
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>Daphne: (pulls on Daddy’s arm; Daddy hasn’t started to get up)
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>Daphne: Come on Daddy! Are you stuck, Daddy?
or this one:
>(Daphne is watching a Disney Channel cartoon while Mommy pulls on her clothes in the morning. “Oh no,” says a cartoon character, “it’s a snake with legs!”)
>Daphne: (indignant) Is not a snake! It’s a caterpillar.
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>Daddy: Oh, good job! It’s a caterpillar.
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>Daphne: (soberly, imparting some serious news) A caterpillar turns into a butterfly, Daddy.
This is probably a universal parental impulse, wanting to show off even the minor successes. My former co-worker Danny does the same thing.
Of course, the text-y nature of the interweb makes it easy to exaggerate these kinds of talks. For example, when Daphne says “caterpillar”, it’s actually more like “ca-ur-piw-ur”, and “butterfly” is “bur-er-fly”. Even “Daddy” comes out sounding like it only has one ‘d’.
’s cute that way, though.
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“You haven’t blogged since April 12th?” asks Holly incredulously.
Umm, no. I haven’t. I have thought of many things to blog, but they were mostly political things that would have been bitter and not even funny and would not have convinced anybody of anything, so what’s the point?
So, must work harder at finding blog-worthy subjects. What to blog about, what to blog about?
Well, I made some cookies.
I’ve always tried and failed to make the thin, crispy-edged kind of chocolate chip cookie… I always end up making them too poofy by accident. But, this time it worked. The secret: borrow from an expert.
On an entirely unrelated note, this bit of advice, which I saw in a recent Dear Abby column, seemed like it was worth saving. People thinking of having weddings should definitely take note.
Thanks. I’ll try to do this again next month.
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