S eats her breakfast at her little table in the living room. On most mornings, she watches Jack's Big Music Show while she scarfs her oatmeal or Cheerios or yogurt or waffles. Today was such a day. If you're in this neck of the woods, you know it's raining cats and dogs outside today. Big puddles are everywhere. It's gnarly out there, and it's safe to say that the Ouiser girls aren't planning to leave the house. Anyway, it's raining, it's pouring...and I'm in the other room. I was happily checking my Google Reader when I heard S singing from the other room, "Rain, rain, go away, come again another day..." To my knowledge, she had never heard that song before, but she picked it up just this morning on Jack. As I stuck my head around the corner to see what she was doing, she was just singing her heart out, marching in a circle. And I laughed.
Move forward about fifteen minutes. S was taking her "heart medicine," which is really a conversation heart. Don't judge me for allowing her to eat a conversation heart at 8am. It's better to have one piece of "heart medicine" at 8am than to have the whole box in the mid afternoon because Mama is sick of hearing her beg. She just realized yesterday that there are words on the conversation hearts, so as soon as she picked today's heart, she brought it to me to read.
"It says, you rock," I told her.
A genuine look of consternation crossed her little face.
"You mean it says, you climbed a rock," she replied.
Then she popped the pink heart into her mouth, secure in the knowledge that her mother is either a lunatic or slightly illiterate because the phrase you rock doesn't make any sense to a four-year-old. I suppose it sounds like caveman speak to the preschool set. Or maybe she things that I think she is an actual rock. Either way, I laughed again.
Now she's playing with paper dolls. I helped her put the dolls on their stands and explained to her about taking their clingy little clothes off of the pages they're stored upon. She came into the room a few minutes ago and plopped down next to me. Swinging her feet from the brown chair she said, "Mom, I need to potty."
"Okay, go potty."
"But after that, the princess clothes are hard to get out of the book. I am asking you to help me. I am not yelling across the house, so will you help me?"
And I laughed again.
I hope you're all able to sit back and laugh uproariously at the little ones in your lives today because the weather's not cooperating. Happy Thursday, peeps.