September 18, 2004
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Diva.
More on the daughter below. I am starting to think she will need to go on stage. Give her any opportunity at all, and she bursts into song and wiggles around like some sort of demented Moulin Rouge dwarf. I am at a loss to understand where this urge to perform comes from, since I was the type of kid who quietly went to the bottom of the garden to look for fairies. I was the type of child who sat in corners, reading books. I shunned people. She on the other hand, goes to the bottom of the garden to order the fairies around and dance the fairy dance loudly over and over and over in front of an audience of imaginary thousands.
My computer is right underneath her room, and as part of my sanity program, I insist that the child who-never-shuts-up, retires there for some 'quiet time' each day. During that time, she must entertain herself, hopefully (but rarely) quietly. Sitting here, I can hear her voice narrating some long convoluted story to her dollies and leaping up and down off the bed while she acts out all 187 parts. The leaping is accompanied by various squeaky voices and general hilarity. Often she disappears into her room, only to come out dressed like a crazy bag woman - today's outfit was purple spotted highheeled boots, a pink striped miniskirt, an gold sequinned glitter top from god knows where, black and yellow bee striped stockings, a pink plastic handbag, a clothespinned towel around her neck, a tiara and the piece de resistance - a foam rubber pig mask.
I nearly choked into my coffee.
Comments (6)
that's hauntingly similar to what I am wearing today...
hahaha, thats great...
i dont know if you ever watch sex and the city, or if youve even heard of it for that matter. but saying she was dressed like a crazy bag lady reminded me of one episode where carrie and her boyfriend aiden are moving in together and they get into a fight because they both have all of their stuff laying around. she goes into the bathroom and picks up stuff out of one of his boxes and says "5 almost empty speed stick deodorants! what are you, some crazy bag man?!"
A precocious child and coffee can be fatal. Be careful.
Steve
If you'd be as good a stage mother as you are a writer, then I say yes, send her into showbiz.
what a great picture!!!
That is such a wonderful description! Hysterical! I may try to implemet such a "Sanity Saver" program at my house, too. If our two children were to ever meet, the chatter would wear away the fabric of reality.
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