Kids are cute
I'm tired, working late and in the midst of (YET. ANOTHER.) shitty week, but a couple quick, cute things because I'm sick of seeing the word "penis" at the top of my blog.
So my friend has this little girl who just turned five. The most awesome thing about this little girl is that she thinks I'm cool, despite the fact that I'm constantly telling her, "Don't do that!" Whenever she sees me, she acts like it's Christmas morning (that part's not me--she acts the same way when she sees dogs and ice cream, but I'll take it). I tell my friend all the time that the day she doesn't run over and hurl herself on top of me when she sees me is going to be the most depressing day of my life. It's coming--I'm going to show up, and she's going to be online instant messaging her friends and be like, "Oh. Hey, Swishy." And then turn around and update her MySpace page or something. My heart's breaking already!
Anyway. So lately, when I see her, I'll sit down with her and ask her to tell me all about what's going on in her life. And every time, this is what she does: She opens her mouth like she's going to answer, shuts it, then opens it again and goes, "You tell ME about YOUR life first!" She insists. She won't say a word until I go first. So then I say stuff like, I don't know, I cleaned my room, I went to work, I ran around so I could get some exercise. And it's SO cute, because she totally makes these grown-up sounds as I talk, like, "Uh huh ... uh huh ... oooooh! That sounds fun!" Just COMPLETELY attentive as I relay the most basic parts of my day. I think it's adorable.
And then the other day, we had this conversation:
Me: How's it going, pretty girl?
Her: Hey! I'm not your pretty girl. You're MY pretty girl!
Me: I am?
Her: Yeah. You're my pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, PRETTY girl! Pretty, pretty, PRETTY girl!
Did I mention that she's also very smart? Ha.