You are 66 months old today.
This month introduced you to some new experiences like tennis,
I was opening the window so Bella could jump up and watch her version of TV; the birds and squirrels outside.
You: Why does Bella get to watch TV and we don't?
Me: Because Bella doesn't yell at me when I close her window.
You: She meows at you.
Me: Yes, but it's not as annoying.
You: Wow, that hurts.
You: I need Boo (one of your stuffed dogs) on my bed.
You: He takes all of my worries at night. Then he puts them in jars.
Me: That's a great thing for Boo to do.
You: Yes, and then I label them.
That's my girl. I love nothing more than organization!
You: My eyes hurt.
Me: Do you have sand in them?
You: Yes, and the only way to get sand out of your eyes is to pour clean, clear water into them.
Thank you, Dr. Kate, for that detailed lesson in ophthalmology.
You have been noticing that there are no short-haired Princesses in the stores or movies or books. Even American Girl doesn't offer any hair shorter than a long bob and the hairstylists there (yes, that is a thing and yes, I did ask) won't cut a pixie cut on any of their dolls (Really American Girl?? For as much money as you are asking for what is basically a plastic doll with fake hair, you could at least allow the child who owns said doll to choose the hairstyle of her choice). Since you have a pixie haircut (and absolutely abhor the idea of Rapunzel-length tresses) you are quite put-out with this reality.
You: If no one invents a short-hair princess then I'm going to. And I'll give it to all the girls with long hair.
You: So they can see that short-haired princesses are okay.
I love that you have such a strong sense of self and are not swayed to follow the pack of long-haired friends (and sister, who is trying very hard to grow her hair overnight!) just to fit in.
You: The Pippi Longstocking we saw at the pancake breakfast wasn't the REAL Pippi.
Me: What makes you say that? (Hoping to avoid a tearful realization from your sister who totally believed that she saw the real Pippi.)
You: The big giveaway was she didn't have freckles.
Pippi wasn't the only one you were doubting...
You: That wasn't the real Santa that we saw was it? (referring to the time we went to see him, sit on his lap and ask for presents).
Me: Why don't you think so?
Fortunately, Lucy wasn't around for this line of questioning but we were interrupted by her coming in from her bath and we never got around to finishing the conversation. Boy-howdy, are you going to be upset when you learn that pretty much all of the things you believe in (Santa, the Easter Bunny, the Switch Witch and the Tooth Fairy) are all made up. What I hope is that you realize that they were all there to make your childhood magical and special, much like reading books of fiction (like Pippi Longstocking and later, the Harry Potter series) are there to take you to places you could never have imagined.