She's getting to be too smart for her own good, and fiction is more fun than fact, in her world. Who knows the extent of what is going on in that beautiful little head of hers. A few pieces of the puzzle that is our Violet:
Moms always tell the truth; dads sometimes tell jokes.
I need to grown my hair out long, because when I cut it in Spain I told my long hair I would see it again soon.
I know how Jesus made us. He colored paper skin color, then cut it out and sewed it together. Then He put it over our bones and used Glory to make us sort of come alive. That's how He did it!
Can I have the trousers [tweezers] out of your makeup bag? I need to get this off of Dopio [she points to a clump on her stuffed dog's belly that needed to be removed]. Do you know why Dopio didn't cry? Cause...he's...a...boy! Boys don't cry. Ever.
Violet: Mom, can you sing me a song about unicorns?
Me: I don't know any songs about unicorns...
Violet: Can you make one up?
Me: Um... [I manage a feeble verse]
Violet: Not a short song about unicorns! Make up a long song about unicorns!
Us: Where should we move to in Europe, Violet? If we could live anywhere?
Violet: Mmmm, I think any of those places we went last summer would be good. Except Spain. Definitely not Spain.
Us: Why not? You had so much fun in Barcelona, and San Sebastian...
Violet: Yeah, but those people don't know what to do with their al-coo-hol. [Apparently, the impression left by the running of the bulls was not a fleeting one.]
Us: Where should we move to in Europe, Violet? If we could live anywhere?
Violet: Mmmm, I think any of those places we went last summer would be good. Except Spain. Definitely not Spain.
Us: Why not? You had so much fun in Barcelona, and San Sebastian...
Violet: Yeah, but those people don't know what to do with their al-coo-hol. [Apparently, the impression left by the running of the bulls was not a fleeting one.]
Me: Violet, you would be a good writer. You are very good at coming up with new scenarios.
Violet: What's a scenario?
Me: It's a situation in which a story can take place.
Violet: Yes, that's right. It's also a breakfast cereal. And the name of that guy crossing the street over there, the one in the black hoodie.
And I'd like to welcome TTO to Notable Quotes! He has been waking up half-an-hour earlier than the rest of us just to lie in his crib and practice his talking and singing, so I think he has earned a little recognition. I am including hand signals and body language, since they are an essential part of our communication right now:
ont dat! + emphatic pointing = i want that
dis + emphatic pointing = i mean this
allo! bon jo! + enthusiastic waving = hello! bonjour!
no!!! + rapid head wagging = yes or no
schoos (or buts) + extended foot & wiggling toes = shoes or boots, please
bay bun + violently but rhythmically shaking head up and down = the belly button song
baaa baaa + running to and pointing at door = let's get out of here
but-ton = emphatic pointing = i must press button (or hole, or black mark, or screw)
buuk + running with object in raised arms = please read me a book
g'ma = grandma
maman or ma'am + running with upward reaching arms = mommy
mom = food
meow or boll = milk or bottle
meow or boll = milk or bottle
dad or dada = daddy
dada = (alt meaning) dance dance
bilate or ssss = violet
g'pa + waving or pointing = grandpa (or daddy, if he's been gone awhile)
awwww + cheek pressed against cheek, stuffed animal, or pillow = let's cuddle
We're off on a sightseeing (home finding?) tour of Amsterdam and The Hague tomorrow. I'll be in touch!
1 comment:
OK- we must get a date in the calendar. I can't even imagine Townes running!?! Running? Have a great time away, let's plan another Sunday soon before you get too busy prepping to leave :( XXOO
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