Claire to me: Mama, I see your bum.
Me: Yes.
Claire: Daddy goes pee-pee standing up.
Me: Yes.
Claire: Why?
Me: Because he can.
Claire: My friends have a stick there, but you and I don't, huh, Mama?
Me: That's right.
Claire: It's like a tail.
...
Claire: It's sunny, Mama. But it is dark on the other side of the earth.
Me: Yes, honey.
Claire: We are sharing the sun with the other peoples, huh Mama?
Me: Yes.
Claire: I don't want to share.
Me: Well, we don't have a choice, honey, we have to share, every day.
Claire: We have a beautiful sun, Mama.
Me: Yes.
...
(in the car, coming home from day care, talking to her coat that bears, inexplicably, an attached compass, which I find odd on a 24 month sized article of clothing that is prone to be washed with some frequency)
Claire: My name is Claire Elizabeth, what's your name?
(slightly different voice) I'm a compass. Compasses don't talk!!
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Surfing Sunday 5.02
3 years ago
Oh she is cute!!!
ReplyDelete(And I get the opposite questions, mostly about the peculiarity of my lack of a "tail")
I love the one about the sun. It's quite poetic, voicing anxiety over having to share everything. That's how I see it anyway.
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