1) Last fall we were in the car coming home from Ohio Mart at Stan Hywet. We had been talking about the things we had seen and Mama's friend "Cawol" and what we had purchased and how warm it was etc. Out of nowhere...as Hope often does because her brain pings from one topic to the next with nary a whisper of a thread of connection between said pings...Hope says, "Mama? Do want to smooch Dave?" Garry almost choked on his tongue and had to fight for control of the car. Me? Well folks...here's the scary part...*I* can follow her train of thought. If that doesn't frighten and/or amaze you it should! ;) I said, "Not at this exact moment honey."
Now, what was she talking about? The girls, and their Mama, like a show on The Disney Channel called Imagination Movers. In the world of toddler/kid music? The Movers simply rock. Yes...their songs are still about picking up your room and eating things that are healthy for you, but the tunes are AWESOME. Hope, at that time had a WICKED crush on Mover Smitty. One day she had asked me which Mover was my favorite...and I told her it was Dave...which is true!
After I explained all of this to Garry, Hope said, "Mama, I want to smooch Smitty!" She then collapsed into a fit of raucous giggles. Five years old...::sigh:: Garry's looking a little pale. She then declared that when she builds "Princess Cedar Point" (an amusement park she's planning for our back yard) she's going to have an attraction where Smitty smooches Ariel. Garry has now taken on a rather ashen...almost green pallor. Finally I said, "Hopie? Why do you like Smitty so much?" She said, "Because he wears a cowboy hat Mama...he looks like Daddy." Crisis averted.
2) Earlier this month we went out to eat at Red Robin for Claire's birthday. There is a young woman there who has worked there since Hope was a baby and both of our girls are absolutely fascinated with her. She truly is beautiful. She is also very intelligent and highly personable. She was busy doing something when Claire says, "Mama dat?" In Claire-speak, "Mama? Who is that?" I said, "That's a lady that works here." Then she says, "Mama do?" Which means, "Mama? What is that person doing?" I said, "She's busy bringing people their lunch honey." Claire says, "Pitty...she pitty Mama." I said, "Is she pretty honey?" She shook her little head yes and said, "Pitty lady." She then looked at me and said, "Mama pitty lady." Again, translating, "Mama, you're a pretty lady." I have to admit when either of my girls give me a compliment I pretty much melt. I reached over and hugged her tight, thanked her, and said, "Is Mama a pretty lady?" At first she said yes...and then you could actually SEE the gears turning inside her head and she said, "No! Mama no lady! You a MAMA!" So...there you have it...I'm no lady...I'm a MAMA! ;) Again...I'd have to agree with her on that one.
3) This Sunday we were in the car on our way to church. We passed a field full of cows and Hope says, "Mama? Do cows die?" I said, "Yes honey." She said, "Why?" I said, "Well honey, pretty much everything that lives eventually dies." She thought for awhile and then said, "Yeah, well, probably except for trees." Garry says, "No honey, even trees die." She says, "Why?" I said, "Because that's the way God made things honey." She thinks awhile longer and comes up with, "I wonder who will die first Mama or Daddy? Mama, probably you will because you are older." (Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrnnnnnnnnnnn) I give her a thumbs up and she continued, "Yeah, Mama, you'll be first because you exercise all the time. Daddy doesn't exercise." Now I don't understand that logic but apparently Garry did because he pipes up with, "Yeah! See! I KNEW it!" I sat in silence, growing more decrepit by the minute. We pulled into the church parking lot and Hope says, "Mama! I see a little cross up there! You probably can't see it because it's so small and you can't see things like that because your eyes aren't as good now as they used to be. Younger people just see better than older people." ::sigh:: Yeah...okay... Garry was laughing so hard I was afraid I was going to have to do CPR.
So there you have it friends...just another day or two in the life of:
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