Our friend Lyla came to play for a few extra days. She's at the best age. This is not really my story to tell, (and, yes...It makes me a little weird to write about other people's children, still)...but I'm going to write it because it's been making us smile and laugh when things around us are not all smiles and laughter...
She was at the park with her mom and dad the other day playing on the swings when her dad asked: "Do you want an underdog." She replied, "No, I want a Gilleon." Hilarious! See what I mean? The funniest age.
She's so helpful, so I asked her..."Lyla, will you please go put this fabric in the craft room for me?" She wanders down the hallway: "Is this the CRAP room?" "Yes, Lyla, that's the craft room." (Though I gotta say, crap room is a much better descriptor...).
We plopped that baby right into the bath tub after a trip to the beach where she got covered in Flash-Slobber. I suggested some plastic cups and Kumquat delivered a black measuring cup and an orange plastic drinking glass. I posed the question: Which cup do you think has a greater volume, the orange or the black? Let's fill them to capacity to find out! Kylene laughed at me about this...But, that smart baby-girl figured out the orange one did. Who says bath time can't be math-time?
She also laughed at me the next day when I suggested we segment some phonemes while playing with alphabet cards. Lyla was having fun. And, when Jamie and Woody go to the kindergarten conference and the teacher announces: "Lyla has a very well-developed sense of phonemic awareness," who will be laughing then?
Since we all spent the night at M & T's Lyla thought it would be nice to return the favor:"Tell Matt and Tom next time they can come to my house and sleep in my bed with my Hello Kitty blanket!"
I love that baby, who is not a baby anymore, but such a smart, big girl with her eyes open to all that is happening in the world and a heart already big enough to embrace it all:
Lyla: "Remember when I was crying the other day?"
Me: "No, sweetheart, why were you crying?"
Lyla: "Remember, I was crying in the car because I missed my Nana. She is in the hoSpidal."
Me: "I bet she misses you, too."
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