- RECENTLY, WHILE ENJOYING THE THRILL THAT ACCOMPANIES LEAPING OFF THE SIDE OF THE POOL INTO THE SAFE AND STRONG ARMS OF HER FATHER, THE LITTLE LADY BECAME DISMAYED WHEN THE DISTANCE HER DADDY CREATED BETWEEN THE TWO OF THEM WAS FURTHER THAT SHE DEEMED APPROPRIATE. INSTEAD OF HER USUAL AND ENTHUSIASTIC, "ONE, TWO, THREE...GO!" SHE LET OUT A FRANTIC, "ONE, TWO, THREE...COME TO ME!"
- WHILE MAKING THE DRIVE TO A LOCAL ICE CREAM PARLOR FOR A POST-DINNER TREAT, THE LITTLE LADY VERBALIZED HER DILEMMA OF HAVING "NO REAL FRIENDS, ONLY PRETEND." (TALK ABOUT A MAKE-YOUR-MAMA'S-HEART-BREAK-MOMENT) SHE THEN PROCEEDED TO INFORM US THAT WE HAD FORGOTTEN SEVERAL OF SAID (IMAGINARY) FRIENDS, AND THAT ONLY TWO WERE PRESENT IN THE BACK OF THE VAN. A CRISIS THAT ONLY BLUE COTTON CANDY ICE CREAM COULD REMEDY.
- DURING AN EVENING VIEWING OF SID THE SCIENCE KID (HER NEW FAVORITE PROGRAM; FITTING FOR HER EVER INQUISITIVE MIND), SHE BECAME PERPLEXED AS ONE OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS SUFFERED FROM A HOLE IN THEIR TOOTH THAT REQUIRED IMMEDIATE ATTENTION FROM THE DENTIST. WITH FURROWED BROW, SHE ATTEMPTED TO ARTICULATE (OVER THE NEXT FIVE MINUTES) THAT SHE DID NOT, IN FACT, HAVE A HOLE IN HER TOOTH, BUT PERHAPS HER NANY AND PAPA DID.
- EARLIER THIS WEEK, JUST BEFORE GOING TO BED THE LITTLE LADY CONFESSED, "MY NEW FRIEND, ALISA, DOES NOT HAVE A BEAUTIFUL VOICE." SHE THEN PROCEEDED TO ASK, "WHY?" APPARENTLY, HER NEW BABYSITTER HAS NOT BEEN BLESSED WITH THE GIFT OF SONG. AND WHILE, SHE DID NOT APPRECIATE THE TONE AND QUALITY OF HER VOICE, SHE DID APPRECIATE THE FACT THAT SHE SANG FIVE SONGS TO HER WHILE SOOTHING (?) HER TO SLEEP. YOU CAN IMAGINE THE HUMOR IN TRYING TO (SERIOUSLY) ADDRESS THAT QUESTION IN A MANNER THAT WOULD NOT BE REPEATED TO THE BABYSITTER AT A FUTURE DATE.
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