“Hey mom! Um, my hair is feeling kind of dirty, so I think we need to take a bath. But just a playing bath, not a washing hair bath, ok? Does that sound good?”
I get a bath ready for my formerly bath-hating girls so they can splash around like mermaids for a bit. I go to sit down and as soon as my butt hits the tile, “Um, mommy? Can you go do some laundry or something?”
That’s kid-code for, “Please get out of the bathroom so we can splash like crazy and you won’t get mad.”
“Oh! Mommy! I need to tell you a question about my birthday. In five days it’s going to be my birthday and I’m going to be five years old so that means I’m growing up fast. At my Strawberry Shortcake birthday it will be summer and it will be a party at our house not at dance class. I think I’ll get green eyes for my birthday so I can be like Real Strawberry Shortcake. And Wyatt is going to bring me a Real Pupcake and Real Custard that will make noise and move by themselves just like Rufus and Kaya. And I think I’ll get a scooter like Strawberry Shortcake so I can drive to my cafe. Actually, I think our house will turn into my cafe on my birthday. Ok? How does that sound?”
The girls ask if they can watch The Little Mermaid, so I decide this is the perfect opportunity to work on a discussion post for my class.
“Mama, what are you doing on your ca-puter?”
“What kind of homework?”
“I’m writing an answer to a question.”
“It’s a question about teaching kids who speak a different language.”
“MOM. I need you to tell me the words of the question.”
“Ummmm…what are the implications for Krashen’s hypotheses and Collier’s prism model?”
“Ok. That sounds good. Can you get me some fresh, cold water?”
No homework was completed during the course of this film.
“Mooooooooooooommmmmmmmyyyyyyyyy! We’re hungry! We’re starving! Can we have chicken and couscous for dinner?”
I make dinner exactly as requested and set it on the table.
“So, how many bites do I have to take?”
It’s time for our nightly dance party! Listening to our favorite song, “Blank Space”* by Taylor Swift, Charlotte announces that she now knows all the words.
“It’ll leave you breakfast! Or with a nasty car.”
“Gotta love all these blubbers, they’ll tell you I’m the same.”
“Boys only want love if it’s your turn.”
*Both girls think this song is about a baby called Blank Space Baby. They frequently ask to write her name.
The girls are in bed. I should be using this time to work on that discussion post, but instead here I am writing about and missing those crazy, goofy, sweet ladies.
“MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH MERMAIDS IN MY BED!”