I haven’t posted in a while now and it’s turning into that thing that happens when you take a day off from the gym, and then another, and then before you know it a year’s passed. Since no pushy assistant manager is going to call to entice me back to blogland, I’m going to stop the drought today, before it gets even harder.
Moochie’s been drawing a lot lately, and I love to see it. A year ago she could barely hold a crayon “correctly” and now she’s doing so well. I play up the multi-generational thing (I’ve mentioned before that my father was an artist and I used to draw all the time when I was young) and she loves that stuff.
She was coloring away earlier this evening and I came over to watch.
Mooch: “I’m gonna be a drawler.”
(Translation: draw-er — as in “one who draws”, not part of a dresser)
Me: What are your favorite things to draw?
She growls at me. Seriously. It’s an annoying “I don’t care to stop what I’m doing to even string a few words together for you” habit that I won’t put up with. But instead of pointing this out, I torture her a bit.
Me: Does that mean you’d rather not discuss it? Because that growling is kind of hard to interpret.
Nothing.
Me: Unless you’re telling me your favorite thing to draw is bears…”
(Let it be noted I’m not very mature.)
Mooch: I don’t want to say it.
Me: I don’t want to be growled at, you know.
She sighed. Point for me.
Me: What are you working on now?
Mooch: A snowman.
Me: You think we’re done with snow for the Winter?
Mooch: The lion made the snow and the lamb made the sun. (Tangentially related — they’re doing “March” at school.) What would you rather, the lion or the lamb? Lamb?
Me: Medium rare, fat left on.
No, I didn’t say that. I said:
Me: Yeah, the lamb. You know how I feel about snow.
Mooch: I want to play with my purple Playdough, or eat, but I don’t know which one to do.
(You’re kidding, right? Are you sure you’re my kid?)
I guess I’ll eat. (That’s my girl.)
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Later, when talking about her big cousin who is in the Daisies (little kid Girl Scouts, I gather), she gets off my favorite line of the night:
Mooch: Maybe she’s not in the Daisies anymore; maybe she’s in the Chocolates.
It took me a few seconds to get it.
Me: You mean the Brownies?
Mooch: Uh huh.
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Tonight my friend and I decided brownie girl scouts must be named after this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brownie_(folklore)
When she said she was going to be a drawler I thought she meant someone who spoke with a drawl. That can be very charming in a southern sort of way.
hee hee that was too cute!
The chocolates! I like that. Although I do favor eating brownies over plain chocolates. hee hee
Moochie is adorable! I love living with a 4 year old vicariously thru you two. I am so glad my youngest didn't pick up growling until very recently. I would not have been able to handle it as maturely as you. Glad to have you back.
I LOVE these posts about your conversations with Mooch and could read them EVERY DAY!!! I wanna be in the chocolates too!