So I have this friend, “Linley,” whom I’m sure I’ve never mentioned on the boards before, because she’s sensible, rational, and calm, and thus does not generate amusing stories. Linley has a daughter named, ridicuously enough, “Kyle,” who is about (a) 12 years ago and (b) an utter goofball (probably implied by (a) ). Kyle weighs about a buck and a half, which is fortunate as, every time she sees me, she screams like a banshee, leaps onto my back, and demands to be carried about for a few minutes while giggling like a lunatic. I always pretend to be annoyed for a minute, then comply.
Anywho … Linley does great barbecue, and as I do not, the Rhymers went to her house for the Fourth. As always Kyle did her scream/leap/giggle thing. I did, or my usual mock protest, then said, “All right, the little girl ferry is now in service!”
Abruptly Kyle got offended, or pretended to. “I am not a little girl!” she declaimed. “I am currently a princess, and in time will be queen of the Earth!”
“Then you must not want a piggyback ride,” I said. “Only little girls ride piggy-back on grown adults.”
Kyle was taken aback, but only for a moment. “Take your logic back to Wales where it belongs!” she said – and yes, those were her exact words. (I say that in the real world too.) “Giddyup, horsie!”
So I took her twice around the house and then dumped her on the floor, whereupon I paid her to watch the three littlest Rhymers during the party. Yes, she gets paid for being a brat. I’m sure this will turn out well.
Anyway – Kyle’s “not a little girl” remark got me to thinking. At what age would y’all say that “little girl” is no longer an appropriate descriptor for a young human female?