March 24, 2015
What they Say. Volume VI.
1. The other morning Lila and Vivi were eating breakfast in the kitchen before school. The older one had to get up and take a restroom break, so she used the powder room nearest the kitchen. While she was in there, she, with the door open per usual, started to sing... a lovely little high-pitched tune.
Vivi, sitting there eating her yogurt says to me matter-of-factly, "I think so my sister's a mermaid."
I think so, too.
2. Lila has taken to calling me on the home phone at our house while I'm in my office at work.
My first phone call from her:
Me: "Hello this is Kylee."
Her: "Hi Kylee." [insert copious giggles]
I love her.
My second phone call from her:
Me: "Hello, this is Kylee."
Her: "I know."
Me: "What cha up to?"
Her: [sighs] "...well, I just got finished doing some yoga and now I think I might play with my sister."
"Just got finished with some yoga and now I think I might play with my sister."
Each and every phone call since hasn't disappointed.
3. Another phone call from Lila while she's at home and I'm at work:
Her: "Mommy. Vivi and I made a pinky promise and she broke it."
Me: "Oh. Hmmm... Well, what was the promise?"
Her: "She promised that she would make a club with me then when I started making the club she started making a party and now she won't go to the club."
Her: "And I don't want to go to the party and if I do go to the party, I don't know what I should take and can I use the pink balloons I know where they are and a party needs balloons."
Me: "Sure. Use the balloons. Let me talk to your sister."
waiting, enter little Vivi-voice
Me: "Yes, Vivi. Did you break your pinky promise?"
Vivi: "It's because... Mommy, I want to play separately."
Me: "You don't want to play with Lila right now?"
I mean, we all have our limits.
It's good to know just how much we can handle and what we want.
I'm not raising delicate flowers.