Fun and games with small children

[featherynscale]

Last night, I went over to saffronhare's house for a ritual planning meeting. When I got there, Saff and L (another lady from Gaia) were in the office, and the smaller Princesses were frolicking in the living room.
Princess Sticky led me down the hall. When we arrived at the office door, she said, "Mommy, another girl's here." And then, she paused, looked up at me and said, "You *are* a girl?"
And I said, "No, not really", to which she replied, "Okay", and toddled off to cause havoc somewhere else.

At least somebody gets it. :)

Comments

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

I swear, she's your kid.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Some days, I think you're right.

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

:) Thank the gods you didn't take that in a bad way. It's astounding how they're all such distinct individuals. I'm grateful to be surrounded by so many aunties and uncles who can offer them mind-expanding examples and lessons and stuff.

At least once a day, I look at one of them doing or saying something and think to myself, Who is that person, and where did she come from?

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

I'm really working on not taking things in a bad way today. I had my one allotted Not Thinking Well of Self/Others moment before I got out of bed this morning, so I've gotta be on top of this cornerstone thing for the rest of the day, I'm thinking.

[capriciouslass.livejournal.com]

At least once a day, I look at one of them doing or saying something and think to myself, Who is that person, and where did she come from?

I have this problem all the time with my elder child. I still don't know where she came from. She's an extrovert, for Gods' sakes!

[saffronhare.livejournal.com]

(giggle) I know what you mean, sister.

[fionnabhar.livejournal.com]

Gods, don't get me started. What did I ever do to deserve not one, but two, extroverted Aries children? Musta been a doozy.

[kcwitch.livejournal.com]

hey, i get it!! :)

[chronarchy.livejournal.com]

I can see that well in my mind's eye. . .