OK, I have to record this, because otherwise I’ll forget and get lost in despair over how my girls NEVER play nice together…
It’s MEA break (no school-teacher conference) in Minnesota and somehow they’re not even asking for TV, which I am entirely prepared to give them in the name of getting some work done.
However, for now they’re organizing a dolly tea party in the next room… Uhh, who ARE these children? Anyway, let’s not look a gift horse in the mouth. Instead, let’s cup a hand over an ear, lean in and have a listen, shall we? Just duck if you see an object hurtling toward you…
Scene 1:
R (age 4): Oh, this one is really my frave-rit.
O (age 8): Did you just say “frave-rit”?
R: Yes, she’s my frave-rit. I think she’s just bee-yoo-tiful.
O: (patiently) Don’t you mean FAVORITE?
R: Yes, fave-it.
O: (slowly) FAV-OR-ITE.
R: (dancing & twirling, with a smile) Yeah, favorite!
No hard feelings, just two little girls getting clear on the one mispronunciation we haven’t bothered to correct our youngest on… she’s otherwise an articulate kid, but we do let some of these things go out of pure cuteness.
Scene 2:
R: All moms ALWAYS have a phone. Do you like my phone? (rings, over and over and over again; still twirling)
That’s my girl! I haven’t heard much nurturing going on with the baby dolls, but at least she has her telecommunications sorted out.
Annnnd… don’t blink, but the spell is already breaking.
Scene 3:
O: Mom, don’t you dare put that photo of me on your blog! I don’t want to be famous.
R: (Posing nicely for a photo before breaking character and screeching) Liviaaaaghhgh! Give me that dress! It’s mine!
I wonder what’s on PBS Kids right now?
You are so brilliant to document your 2 minutes! Also, this made me laugh out loud:
“That’s my girl! I haven’t heard much nurturing going on with the baby dolls, but at least she has her telecommunications sorted out.”
Also, I’m impressed that you’d put on PBS. My 3 and 4 year old like to watch iCarly with their 12 year old sister, and now ask to watch it even when their older sister isn’t around. Plus, they’ve both had soda and I’m pretty sure I fed them applesauce with fructose for lunch.
OMG, I’m LPATWHFT! (Laughing Penniless All the Way Home From Target… what, you haven’t heard that one?)
Well, don’t let me fool you. My girls have watched all kinds of age-inappropriate/questionable TV shows. Aiming for PBS is really just how I assuage my guilt over working while the kids are at home. They may start with a wholesome episode of Arthur or Super Why, but they bore quickly and sneak a channel-change to Hannah Montana or some other hideous show. Actually, who am I kidding? I’d rather watch Miley Cyrus than that “Potato with Bear Ears” (my husband’s name for Arthur), too!
Oh, and you actually inspired me to write this post, my dear. Surprise! I just wish I had a cool camera and some skills to go with it, like you…