Story #1
A few days ago, my daughter (Dianasaur) and I were lounging on the couch. It was evening, my son was already in bed, and my husband had gone to work. I dozed off. This was a mistake.
I aoke about 45 minutes later. My daughter was standing next to me, looking right at me. Her face was…blue. I freaked for a second, thinking that something was horribly wrong, like she was choking. Then I realized that no, she’s fine. She’s just…blue. And she’s just looking at me, like there’s absolutely nothing wrong with this. Like she’s supposed to be blue.
Turns out, the Dianasaur gotten hold of a little kiddie ink stamper pad that my dad had gotten her for Christmas. She’d repeatedly stuck her fingers in it, and smeared it over her entire face. Eyelids and all. Smurf city. Blue Kid Group. Blue, blue, blue.
Since the ink pad was made especially for kids, I had no real trouble getting it off her. But damn! She was BLUE! Never did get a reason why, either.
(This isn’t the first time she’s colored herself blue, though. I wrote a story about the first time, and it’ll be in Teemings pretty soon)
Story #2
The Dianasaur has developed a real fear of those little teeny-tiny moths that get into your house. I don’t know why. She’s just terrified of them, and every time she sees one, she wants me to squish it. So I do. Did that tonight, in fact. My husband decided to have a bit of fun with it, though…
Mr. Persephone: Hey, did you squish that moth?
Me: Yes.
Mr P, to Dianasaur: Hey, did you tell Mama to squish that moth?
D: Yeah, I don’t like them.
Mr P: But he was my pet! I named him Herman! I liked him!
D: Oh, I sorry Daddy! I didn’t know he was your pet!
Mr P: I’m really going to miss him, you know. He was a good bug.
D:(patting Mr P’s knee) It’s okay, Daddy! We’ll get you a new bug at the bug store tomorrow, to make you feel better!
Mr P and I cracked up right about then. Goofy kid.
