Tuesday, October 20th, 2009
Proud Quotable Moment
Let’s start with a horrific story about a 6-year-old girl having her scalp ripped off by a dog in a neighbor’s yard. Terrible, frightening story yes, but I feel like giving the girl a high-five for the question she asked her father as she was being transported to the hospital. She remained calm. She didn’t cry.
She asked, “Daddy, can you see my brain?”
I love smart kids.
So, here’s my far less interesting, not horrific story. Some time ago, I was typing at my computer when my 5-year-old daughter approached me with an empty tissue box in hand.
“Papa, do you want this tissue box?” (for a project I’ll be blogging about later)
“Yes, thank you.” [I take the box and begin inspecting it.] “Where did you find it?”
“It was on the floor.”
“Ohhh, yuck!” [I flick the box to the floor and run to the bathroom to wash my hands.] Loud voice: “How disgusting. Eeeew, why would you give me something that had been on the floor? Yuck!” [Followed by more faux melodramatic comments.]
Yesterday, at least a week later, she offered me another empty tissue box under identical circumstances.
“Papa, would you like this tissue box? It’s empty.”
“Where did you find it?”
[Giving me a disapproving eye-rolling head tilt] “Papa, it doesn’t matter where the box came from.”
I burst out laughing and gave her a high-five.