E.:
"Mom, there's lasers in my toes..."
"What?"
"There's lasers in my toes and I'm trying to shoot them at Z. but there isn't lasers in my toes so even if I'm trying to shoot them at her I'm not, right?"
"Right."
Z.:
Has taken to calling me "Baby Louise". A lot. Most of the time. When she isn't calling me Baby Louise she calls me Butterfly, like such:
"Face forward, Butterfly!" (We say this to her when she's eating her yogurt, and she says it back to us.)
"Me here, Butterfly!"
"Me mad, Butterfly!"
Butterfly is not a happy, lilting name; it's always spoken in a stern or angry voice.
K. says to Z. "How did you get so sweet? Are you made of sugar?"
Z. smiles. "No," she says, "me made of yogurt."
I ask her again and she again confirms she's made of yogurt. Which is essentially true, when you think about it.
Butterfly must be an interesting name to be called in a stern voice.
Posted by: Katie J at February 26, 2010 9:18 AMThought of you today as I tested--I ended up doing a one-step with a teenaged brown belt. In this case, she didn't give me any attitude, but she's FAST and has very long legs and high kicks, so I counted myself lucky not to have been kicked in the nose. It helps that I'm friends with her mom, who was also testing and who was whispering from the sidelines that I kick her (her daughter's) butt. ;)
Posted by: Jess at February 28, 2010 1:21 PM