Big Bang

The Kid is lying on the loveseat, watching me log off and shut down my computer. As I swivel my chair around to stand up, she looks at me and begins to sing. 

"You are my heart, my universe. You are my heart, my universe."

I knew it from somewhere but did not think about it. Instead I sang her "You Are My Sunshine". She liked it. 

Then a few minutes later, I was walking back into the living room and she sang those two lines to me again. Then it hit me! "That's from Big Bang Theory, isn't it??!?"

"Yep."

She sang me a song she heard during the marathon today. She is so amazing. 

Pain Monster

The Kid and her older sister were avidly discussing monsters last weekend. First it was what kind of monster they would be. Then it was what they would eat. The kid decided she would be a Pain Monster and she would suck the pain out of people to make them feel better. 

Jim suggested she watch The Green Mile. 

Not yet. Not quite yet. 

Zeeba Stories

I talk about the Kid at work. As a middle years teacher, I use stories of her to make connections with and for my kids. She is aware of this, and last week had the opportunity to meet many of my students and their families at the Christmas Art Show.

She loved it.

A lot.

So, she knows I tell stories about her. This morning, as we were leaving the house, she stops, looks at me, and asks, "Grandma, are you going to tell your students stories about me today?"

"Well ... probably. I usually do."

"Okay. Good."

Then she headed out the door, content to know she was going to be in the spotlight.

She is so shy. And by 'shy' I mean she loves the attention. Heh.

Smarty Pants

"Grandma, 100 + 100 = 200."

"Yes, it is!"

"And 1 + 1 = 2."

"Yes!"

"I am smart!"

"Okay smarty pants, what's 10 + 10?"

"Well that's 20, Grandma."

Well played, little girl. Well played. 

Ordering Food

Last winter Jim and I cane down with food poisoning after eating bad pizza. The Kid didn't because all she ate were the wings. Since then, the Kid has been squidgy about any pizza. 

On Friday, I was feeling too sick too cook or even eat. Jim and the Kid ended up going to pick up pizza and breadsticks. After making doubly sure this was not the Poison Pizza place, the Kid suggested she and Jim stop by the death pizzeria. She told Jim, "We can go in and when they ask us what we want to order we can say, "Nothing!!!!!!""

She is awesome. Aahahahaa!

Parties

Jim invited the kid to his niece's birthday party.  

Her reply? "Oh I would be honored to go with you, Jim!"

I adore that kid. 

Bosses

While defeating a dragon in her game :

"Who's the boss now, bossy man?!?"

New Word

The Kid used a new word today. 

Nemesis  

As in, "My big sister is my nemesis."

Uhhhh. 

What?

Then she explained that in Minecraft, her sister is her nemesis now, because the last time they played they were not getting along. 

Oh geeze. 

Despite my best efforts, she is determined that her big sister is her nemesis, and is planning her defenses accordingly. 

I do not know if this is foreshadowing, or just freaking funny. 

Rudey

A couple of days ago, the Kid suggested I might have a problem. 

We were driving away from the Kid's art class. I was telling Jim about my ongoing irritation with many members of the human race. I jokingly said that some days I feel like The Hulk from The Avengers. You know, "My secret is I'm always angry." As I giggled, a small voice piped up from the back seat. 

"You might be a Rudey Pants, Grandma."

I almost choked to death while laughing. 

Chicken? Really?

Yesterday morning, the Kid informed me that my hair smelled like "chicken".

I would not have been so disturbed by this if

1. We had not been at daycare, and

2. It had not been at 7:45AM.

I had to spend the rest of the day in a panic. I mean, the Kid loves chicken, so it could have been a compliment, her was of saying my hair smelled nice.

But chicken? Chicken???? Nothing good came of her comment. She's evil, that one.

On the plus side, my hair was shampooed four times last night. Now I have fly-away stuff happening, and I am simply not girly enough to know how to fix it.

Oh yay me.

Re-Naming

We were driving to art class today. As we passed the two-story sculpture of four Canadian geese - as we do every second Thursday - the kid announces, "Geese of Liberty." 

Yes, like New York city's Statue of Liberty. 

Only cooler.