My six-year-old and I share a love of pancakes on weekends. Some of our most giggly moments are spent in the kitchen mixing the batter and arguing about what shapes to make. I can usually fool her into accepting simple shapes like ‘the moon’, ‘the sun’, ‘flower’ or even ‘a crescent moon’. Today she asked for a mermaid!!
“A what?! I can’t even start to make that!”
“Just imagine the batter is a pen, mom.” She said calmly, looking at me as she would a confused puppy over the rims of her glasses.
“I don’t even know how to draw it WITH a pen.”
“Fine, then, an elephant.”
“NOOO, pick something simpler.”
“Ahhhh”. I tried, conjuring up all my dexterity. I presented it proudly.
“This looks like an alien, not Shrek”, said the condescending kid. “It’s fine, I will eat it along with your planets that are really just round shapes. I’m hungry”.
Eating the pancakes at the table, she said: “You know, there is this girl in my school, and I don’t like her. She tries to play with my best friend all the time.”
“Who is she? Will she be at the birthday party you’re invited to this afternoon?”
“Yeah, she’ll be there”.
“How will I recognize her?”
“She’s the mean one.”
“Could you be more specific?”
“She has a mean name that makes her sound like a witch.”
“Why is her name weird?”
“It sound Turkish. Or maybe from Kazakhstan!!!”
“What? What’s wrong with Turkish names?”
“Will Max be there?” Max is the French boy she likes in her class.
“No, he is going to another party.” She paused, thinking. “I don’t think Max likes me anymore. He said he likes the new girl with blonde hair.”
“I’m sure he likes you. Everyone likes you.”
“Do you use crayons to make your hair change color? Or paint? Can you buy me some yellow spray paint?”
“Um, uh. Look, you finished your pancakes! Let’s go get ready for that party.”
Note to self: Hide ALL paint material in the house…