This weekend, we went to a friend’s place (in the middle of nowhere) to celebrate his daughter’s birthday. She turns four so we bought her a pony. She liked it, and somehow it triggered a whole choir of little girls telling their parents they wanted one for Christmas. Whops.
It was nice, although at first it felt like I was out of place because of all the new people. On Saturday, I was pretty surprised. All the previous times that I have met little Maya, she has always been shy of me. As soon as our eyes meet, she goes hide behind her father. So with that in mind, I didn’t expect much from her this time either. Even though we bought her a talking (and somewhat flying) pony.
What happened was, she first started talking to me. And all of the sudden, she’s all over me. She and her brother kept telling me I was a robot, because I’m Chinese and that’s where robots are from. Hilarious. Then, it was getting late and I decided to go shower. Guess what 4 year old decides she wants me to shower her? Yup. Her father looked at me, but he knows very well I have managed 16 cousins. The first time I changed diapers was on my baby brother, and at that time I was only 6. So taking a shower with a 4 year old wasn’t really that hard. And here is when the little filly starts to talk. A lot.
– It must be hard to be an adult. You have to take off so much clothes, must be exhausting, is the first thing she tells me.
– Not really, you get used to it.
She stares at me like I just said the most baffling thing she has ever heard. Cute.
– I’m a shark! And I’m gonna bite you!
– Oh no! *fends kiddo off with water*
– Aaaah! You can’t do that. I’m scared of water!
– But sharks can’t be scared of water…
– I’m Pippi Longstocking, not a shark!
– Where is your monkey and your horse, then?
– Mommy wouldn’t let my horse into the house and my monkey was asleep. I’m still scared of water.
– But Pippi’s dad is a pirate, you can’t be scared of water.
– I’m a shark! *tries to bite*
Funny thing is, that she kept evading the water by climbing everywhere. First I was scared she might slip, but then I thought I’d catch her if she did.
Just before we were heading out again, she said:
– Do you wear an arb to cover your boobies so daddy can’t see them?
– A what? I replied while thinking what on earth was going on in her head. Still, very cute.
– Because you’re not mommy so daddy shouldn’t see your boobies.
– Honey, it’s called a bra.
Obviously, she is smarter than you’d think. It’ll be interesting to see what will become of her. I just wish I took a picture of me and her.
//c_Cae; new header!