Ghost Holes

"Gramma is going to trip over a ghost hole! Aaahahahaaa!"

Ghost holes are holes no one sees but which still manage to trip people. The kid was laughing at ghost holes, not the idea of me tripping.

I hope.

Belonging & Community

We were out for supper after a terribly long day. As we were leaving, Jim and I were both shocked when the kid walked up behind an older lady and gently touched her back. Before we could react or respond, the kid and this lady are hugging and laughing. This woman starts talking to her five family members, telling them how the kid is such a wonderful little girl, with the most beautiful name. Jim and I were struck dumb, just watching in silence as the conversation unfolded.

The kid was completely in her element, sweet and gracious. The lady's daughter finally took pity on us and explained that her mom works at the daycare! Ohhh! Okay.

After we left, we asked the kid if this lady worked in the kitchen or office since we had never seen her before. "No," came the absent reply, "she takes care of the little babies."

And yet she knows the kid and thinks she is adorable. That child simply knows she belongs in this community. I am proud and envious all at the same time.

Green

We were out for a meal. The kid was colouring but the restaurant only provided red, blue, and yellow crayons.

"Oh I need green," she announced.

She thought for a moment. "It's okay. Yellow and blue make green." She then proceeded to make it so.

She. Is. Awesome.

Physiotherapy

An ad was on the television yesterday for health insurance. The kid was playing on the floor when she turned to Jim and said, "Jim! They just said PHYSIOTHERAPY!"

Jim and I stared for a second. Then Jim replied, "You just said PHYSIOTHERAPY too!"

"I did!"

Philosophies

We were driving in the car, Jim, the kid, and I. The kid starts calling Jim a she. Despite gentle corrections she will not stop. Finally in exasperation I inform her, "You know, that flies in the face of all our tree-hugging hippy philosophies."

There is a silence from the back seat. I revel in my victory.

Then a curious voice from the back seat calls out, "Philoso-whats??"

Jim and I both burst out laughing. The kid wins again.