Two funny exchanges with the Girl Child this weekend:

1. The phone rings but stops ringing by the time I get to it to pick it up. The Girl Child looks at me and the phone and simply utters, grimly: "The buttheads".

Wonder where she picked that phrase up from *looking around innocently*.

2. At dinner last night with my father, the Girl Child runs off to play with her new best friend, another 4 year old girl. After a bit of running around, the Girl Child comes back with a serious expression and asks, "Mamma, what's my cell phone number?"

For the record, she doesn't have one.

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The Girl Child did not nap. Instead, she came downstairs and decided to color. That's fine. I kept her company. In the middle of her coloring, she looked up at me and pronounced:

Pappa, when I walk in my Summer it tastes like pear.

I decided that statement was profound and decided to probe no further into it than that.

I hope my Summer tastes like pear this year. And yours!

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1 Mmmmmmmmmm, but I think I go for more of a cherry flavor. She's something else, your daughter. A good something else. Glad I got to meet her througgh your blog.

Posted by: Rachel Ann at June 05, 2005 04:14 AM (Jgwqx)

2 Write down everything Girl Child says. She's a gold mine of humor and observations. She sound like a scream to be around. BTW. When I wlked my dogs in the summer it always seemed to smell like pooh.

Posted by: dr pants at June 05, 2005 02:40 PM (PHXL1)

3 I hope your summer tastes like pear, too. What a jewel you have in GC. xoxo

Posted by: Margi at June 05, 2005 03:16 PM (nwEQH)

4 I think she's got a good point there.

Posted by: Hannah at June 06, 2005 07:51 AM (UdFzX)

5 Bright girl. There's nothing quite so refreshing on a hot summer day as slices of chilled pear. Mmmm...

Posted by: Jim at June 06, 2005 11:25 AM (tyQ8y)

6 I hear the makings of a writer in her voice. Are you *sure* she's only four?

Posted by: Jennifer at June 06, 2005 08:12 PM (MbhV6)

7 Write her a song! "When I walk in my Summer it tastes like pear. I am the Girl Child. Goo goo goojoob."

Posted by: Tuning Spork at June 06, 2005 10:53 PM (0th/L)

8 Sounds like the GC has never walked in the summer in the City...

Posted by: GrammarQueen at June 07, 2005 09:37 AM (glf8i)

9 Sweet. Could be the start of a meme. What do you want your summer to taste like?

Posted by: Amy at June 08, 2005 08:51 PM (nUCsP)

10 Summer, in the city, a bite of my pear tastes so gritty......

Posted by: Mark at June 08, 2005 09:47 PM (otuY5)

11 Lovely. She's got the soul of a poet...and, I suspect, a bit of a limerick-et in there, too.

Posted by: Victor at June 10, 2005 09:52 AM (L3qPK)

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Overheard in the house:

Boy Child: Arrh-arrh.

Mamma: Girl Child, what does "arrh-arrh" mean?

Girl Child: I don't know, Mamma. Usually, I understand everything he says, but on this point, I am not clear.

It just seems like way too grownup a sentence structure. She's only 4.5.

And by the way, after that, just to preserve the exchange, we agreed that we were going to go to Costco and she said:

GC: If we're going to Costco, I'm going Commando*!

BC: Mando [nodding his head for emphasis and in approval]

These kids are clearly spending too much time together.

*I have told her that Commando means going out without underwear on. Just in case you were not aware of the expression.

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