This evening, after the kids were fed and we had some family snuggles, the baby was put to bed and I decided to spend some quality time with my pink-haired little girl.
We shared a chocolate covered m&m pretzel and she told me about her day.
And then we got on the subject of “describing” things. At first she was a bit confused by the whole concept, so I said, “Here, let me describe this pillow in three words: It is square, it is fuchsia and it has flowers on it.”
“Mom, those are leaves,” she corrected me.
I asked her to describe me in three words, but said that it couldn’t be about anything physical, that she could see.
Takes good care of me
I was very touched.
We went through many important people in our lives, as she described them using three adjectives and she was on the nose for the most part, except for the fact that one of the descriptions of my mother was, “She helps Zaydie make us pancakes.”
[Note: I literally could not even type that without laughing]
My mom is not a cook.
In any case, it was a really sweet exercise and one that I hope helps her to be a more conscious and reflective human being.
And then we got on the subject of the movies, which led us to a discussion on the Muppets.
So I taught her about Kermit the Frog and Miss Piggie and did horrible impersonations of both–
my husband had joined us by this point and was much better–
and then I told her something that I thought was true but was an error.
I told her that there are these characters called Muppet Babies and they only come to life when people are not around, like with Doc McStuffins, and that when the grown-up speaks it sounds like, “Wah wah wah wah wah wah”.
Only one of those facts proved to be true.
The Muppet Babies live in a nursery and are taken care of by a talking Nanny who is fully aware of their presence.
But she thought the idea of the “Wah”-ing adult was very funny (as did the many of the fans of Charlie Brown, where that actually happens, I assume).
“Oh!” She said. “So if I wanted to say, “I really like this Buddha, I would actually say ‘Wah Wah Wah Wah Wah Woo Wah’, right?”
And all of the above is to make one simple point:
My kid is weird, in a most fantastic way, and she totally gets it from me.
(Translate that and you get a pretzel!)
P.S. I really like the Muppet Babies theme song. See? I’m weird.