“Hey look at this!” says Rissa. She’s just received her “prize” pack for selling a shit-load of magazines subscriptions for her school fund raiser. They give the kids a bag chock full of items they must get in bulk from higher end dollar stores. They’re all pretty much craptastic, but it is, after all, a…
Says Rissa. This morning, Rissa experiences our friend Leslie’s homemade jam for the first time. She has two pieces of toast – each sporting Leslie’s gourmet jam. Strawberry balsamic on one, peach bourbon vanilla bean on the other. She sits for a moment in front of her plate of toast. “I am about to have…
Does anyone else do this kind of stuff with their daughter?
It’s Rissa’s bedtime witching hour, when she winds up instead of down, when she giggles and plays instead of succumbing to slumber. “Psssssssst…. do you see this tiny pocket?? It’s wee!” She has this thing for pockets. Wee pockets in particular. She likes to draw your attention to them – to share her love of…
It was a beautiful sunny Sunday. The kitchen was brightly lit – we soaked up the Vitamin D. We were taking a break from our packing… David and I were enjoying fried eggs on toast and had called up to Rissa to come down for lunch. Eventually she came into the kitchen, grabbed a juice…
“Rissa, come look!!” I yell. “What? What?” She slides in the kitchen in her socked feet. I point out the window. “Look! The snow is falling all in slow motion! Isn’t it beautiful??” “OOOOOOOOH! It’s so pretty!” (Given this year’s snow ridiculous accumulation, I don’t know how we can still be impressed, but there it…
“Mummy, do you know where the plastic container with the clicking lid is?” “No. I do not. I’m not sure where it went. Maybe Daddy took it to school.” Rissa sighs deeply. I barely hear her say, “I call her ‘Clicky’.” “Pardon me?” Rissa now speaks loudly and clearly. “I call her ‘Clicky’.” “Did you…
Rissa asks. At bedtime. “Pardon?” “Which face? If you had to rate them?” “This?” She does her best impersonation of a bucktoothed gopher with a cold. “This?” She looks like she’s been hit in the head with a shovel at her left jawline – lips all askew across her face. “This?” She sticks her tongue…
“My friends think I’m a monster,” says Rissa. My spoonful of Rice Chex stops an inch from my mouth. “Because why?” “Because I don’t eat cereal.” I shoot her a disbelieving glance before shoveling my cereal into my mouth. I chew thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing. Then I shake my head. “I don’t get…
Friday night. Bedtime. Rissa wriggles spasmodically under her blankets. “I’ve got something in my pants!” Sigh. “What do you have in your pants?” “A sliver or something!” “A sliver? How can you have a sliver?” “I don’t know, maybe from the dance studio.” Stalling. She is stalling the bedtime process. “Just ignore it.” “Ignore it?!?…