During a major room clean-out and organizing, I held up a light plaid jacket I’d just bought. Natalie began to take it to the closet in the entryway. I asked if she wanted to hang it in her room. “Mhm,” she said, “I don’t think it would match the setting in my room.”
“Daddy, what’s the second-most place you want to go in your life? That you haven’t been?”
Cindy brought canned olives for July 4. “I get tempted with black olives.”
Natalie finds out some unpleasant current events from the Macy’s July 4th celebration montage during a live performance of “What The World Needs Now.” I tell her there was a bombing in Turkey. And she thinks it’s even worse that Paris was bombed. Natalie wants to go to Paris. And “I don’t want to go to Paris and accidentally fall in an explosion.”
A few items on the floor should be picked up before watching The Simpsons. I say it should be kept as a sanctuary. “Well, why can’t it be a messy sanctuary? That’s available. When we went to a Buddhist sanctuary on a field trip, the walls were messy, the floors were messy, and it was still a sanctuary.”
Daddy did or made something nice.
Mom: “Oh, Josh.”
Natalie: “He’s a good man.”
Q: What does a broom do when it’s tired?
A: It goes to sweep.
I read about a heartbreaking problem, albino children being killed. I called out to Josh, asking if we should adopt an albino from Malawi. My wise child spoke up to talk some sense into me. “I don’t want to put up with any more snakes.”
“There’s no such thing as millicents, so what is that?”
Natalie likes using the handicap stall, as I do, but for different reasons. “You have room to dance around in the stall after a poop because you got relief.”
Natalie’s only willing to consider sharing a birthday party with Kayla when I mention that with combined money, the parents could afford more activities at the diner, like maybe Kidz Art. “What’s wrong with being interested? Call me fickle.”
“I just did Yankee Doodle at the speed of thirty miles an hour in there.”
On WHMS camp: “I have a feeling it’s gonna be a lousy day but with good activities. You ever have that kind of day, where there’s good activities, but you’re in such a lousy mood you can’t enjoy them?”
Q: What did the boy say to his friend while he was eating a fossil?
A: Trilobite!
On the trampoline with Kayla: “If we were doing Winning, I totally won, but we’re not.”
Tim is going to take Kayla and Natalie to lunch and then outdoorsing. Creek, swimming hole, crayfish, that kind of thing. I tell them they’re almost done with the Wii.
Me: “Only a couple more minutes. You need to get ready. You’re going to have a day full of fun.”
Natalie: “And what’s it going to be full of?”
Me: “Fun.”
Natalie: “Yay.”
When Natalie is grown up, and “million kind of rich,” she’ll hire a stand-up comic to come to her home. That comic will be Dad.
I told Natalie I understood why she wants a braid today, now that she’s explained how Rose and Maggie keep touching her hair. She’s making it not so easy for them to do that. “Not so easy whatsoever. …There’s one thing they could play with, and that’s the end of the braid, but boy, I’m not giving them any hints.”
Second week of France and world art-themed camps. “Yogurt cake. It’s one of the first things a usual French kid would make.” Dense, very nice almondy flavor. N says there’s no almond, just vanilla yogurt.
Natalie asked me what company I would close if I could. I said Halliburton and explained why. Her contribution: “Since I’m still not into politics, I’m going to have to go with Fuccillo.” The local idiot car salesman whose sales are YUUUUUGE.
“But I want to! Your stuff is good.” This seemed very funny to me at the time, but I didn’t write what came before, so it’s no longer funny. 😦
“Is it okay if I give myself a butt-nicing?” That would be the warm air setting on the bidet.
“I don’t see why we don’t have gallons and gallons of gummy bears in the house.”
Natalie’s internal dialogue, like prayers for atheists, is her talking with a voice that sounds like a grandma. “Gravelly but sweet but soft but nice.”
“I just wish dental cleanings were more often.”
“I’m actually cold. How are you alive?”
Natalie doesn’t love oranges, but I made her watch me peel one and we shared it, enjoying the sensory aspects of the pulp. She did get into it, big time. She used the f-word. I suggested that she save the ‘fucks’ for worse things. Maybe call the orange pulp awesome. “No, I’m saying fuck for the good kind of fuck. It’s not like you can run out of them. …I;m not joking. …Don’t you dare post that.”
“It was just this day at all.”
Daddy made a thing out of wood to go across the tub that will hold a book or tablet and drink and everything. It’s fantastic. Natalie’s reaction: “Oh my god, what is that. Oh my fucking ass god.”
“Mom, which is worse, the GOP or the Republicans?” They’re different names for the same thing. GOP means ‘Grand Old Party.’ “Oh. That’s amazing. Not.”
This week was Travel Camp. On the last day, they went berry picking. It was hot and awful and the counselors didn’t let the kids bring anything to the field, so they’d have their hands free to carry the pint containers. The kids were thirsty. Many of them went on strike, sitting on the side, and eventually broke out in a “Water! Water!” chant. The counselors weren’t happy. Natalie and Kayla told me the whole story while I drove them home. Natalie said they’d had to scoop bits of water out of their bodies because they were so thirsty. I was curious as to how such a thing might work. They finally offered that it involved swallowing one’s own saliva.
Punishment for going to the computer to look up Kayla’s comic website after being told not to: No computer for the rest of the weekend. Plus I’m choosing her outfit for today. I choose the green Tanglewood t-shirt she begged for but never wears, and macaroon leggings from Target that she’s only worn maybe three times because they itch. Things get ugly over the itching and resulting negotiation attempts and misery. Put on your thinking cap, I say. Why don’t you use your brain and realize that Mom didn’t say I couldn’t change my pants at Kayla’s? Kayla’s moving into our neighborhood today and that’s where Natalie’s going. But it’s hard for Natalie to be strategic right now. “I’ve lost my literal thinking cap,” she says, miserably and angrily. “And I only have my opinion thinking cap.” A few minutes later, she’s still trying to get out of the pants. I agree to let her wear a skirt she doesn’t like, but I nix wearing black pants underneath. She’s outraged. She tries another negotiation out in the dining room, a different shirt, complete with rationale – it’s her puppies and love shirt that used to be a nightshirt, but won’t fit her much longer. I stick with the punishment. “My agreeable phase has ended and I feel like slamming my door,” she says. But she doesn’t slam the door.
“Right now it’s more about having your body up against a Mommy directly or against a Daddy. But right now it’s more about Mommy!”
Me: “Do you think you’d be so into fashion if I hadn’t bought you such fun clothes?” Natalie: “I don’t know. But I don’t want to see.” I interview her about fashion. I ask about how people can express themselves through clothes and hair. She talks about how the hair doesn’t cover up a necklace. I think she’s referring to a fashion plate she created from a kit. I ask for more specifics and she talks about how there’s literally almost endless possibilities for different hair cuts and colors. “Unless you have no hair at all. But other than that, there’s always hope, and that can express you.”
“How come people don’t use swords any more to kill anybody, and just use a knife?”