Mara-speak

I am always entertained by Mara’s bathtime conversation.

Mara had watched the Phillies game with Daddy on Saturday night. After the game while she was taking her bath, she announced proudly, “I got a homeRUN!”

“Did you get a homerun, or did the Phillies get a homerun?” I asked, just to clarify.

She thought for a minute. “I got a homerun with the Phillies!” That is a true fan.

She just adores the Phillies. So she continued: “I wish to take them [the Phillies] home, Mommy! And then you will pick them up and hug them!. . .  And Daddy will set them on the floor and play blocks. And build Tower of Babel!” Always, she builds the Tower of Babel with her blocks, despite the fact that I have, on numerous occasions, told her that building the Tower of Babel was bad.

Who knew that the Phillies liked to play blocks?

This was the first bath in which she calmly laid back to let me rinse her hair, without crying, trying to sit up, looking panicked. .  . So it was a rather pleasant moment, and I told her that I always like it when other people wash my hair. I do. That’s one of my favorite parts of getting my haircut. It feels relaxing.

“I will wash your hair, Mommy,” she promised with the sweetest smile. “Then I will put you in a towel and set you on the changing table!”

“But wouldn’t I be too big for the changing table? Wouldn’t I break it?”

“No,” she assured me.  “I will do it when you are a little girl. Then it will not break it!”

(Daniel commented afterwards, that there may be a bit of irony there. Someday Mara may be taller than me, and I may be this old shriveled 4’9″ woman (yes, that would be “shriveled”–I’m currently 5’1-3/8″) and Mara may very well be giving me my baths. . . thanks, honey!!!)