April 9, 2004

My Girl Child

I went to Zona Rosa last night -- visited -- and I have a lot to say about it but I will say it tomorrow. Today I am too in love.

OH my girl child is KILLING me, I could die of this. She is so earnest. Whatever it is she is saying -- and no one knows, no one can understand her -- but whatever it is SHE REALLY MEANS IT. If there is a Great Pumpkin, he will come to her pumpkin patch very first, that's how sincere she is. She is SO sincere that she does not seem to have a sense of humor.

SAMPLE: The other night the cat made an obscene noise with his bottom -- a long whistling hiss of air, puncuated by pauses and burbling. My son clutched his stomach and fell over cackling like a crack-smoking hyena -- I thought he was going to burst all his blood vessels at once. Her? She walked over to me and put her hands on my knees and stared up into my face and told me what she thought about this whole cat-gas thing with widened eyes and distressed eyebrows.

I plan to make her wear little dresses and socks all summer, until people think we are part of some religious group that equates pants with sin. If only she would grow some more hair so I could staple pigtails relentlessly to the top of her head! IF ONLY! IF ONLY!

Posted by joshilyn at April 9, 2004 11:43 AM