Tonight, while I was laying in bed with Chloe, helping her get to sleep, she says, "Mom, don't you want me to have fun?" I say, of course, I do. And she says, "well, then get me a horse. Without a horse, I can't have any fun." I say, what about the carousel (her favorite activity!). "No, boring". What about the roller coaster (her first ride last week with Captain was so exciting, she talked about it for days). "No, boring". What about ice cream? "No, boring". What about skiing (she is excited to go skiing this winter). "No, boring". And on and on, she held steady to her declaration that she would only ever have any fun again if she got a horse.
I tried to distract her by telling her I had a special song for her. Which, of course, I was making up on the fly. As I'm not very musically inclined, I ended up singing my own made up words to some familiar song. Chloe (a 3 yr old, mind you!) says, "Mom, what's that tune? That's not a special song, what's that tune?" Tune? How does she even know the word tune? I don't use the word, I didn't even consciously realize that I had picked a specific tune to sing my words to. Then she figured it out. "Moooom, that tune is 'You are my Sunshine'! That's not a special song for me!" I think I'll enroll her in a singing class.
2 comments:
That is a awesome. I love these stories. I want to hold on to them so badly and yet I can't remember a single one as i write this.
Lots of love
Brac
You will love having the ability to remember heartwarming vignettes like these when you are older. Perhaps you will be able to share them with your grand children!?
Love, Dad
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