Writing Wrongs

September 12, 2006

So, Kyra was in her princess tent, on her princess sleeping bag, with her princess flashlight, writing on her princess clipboard (I know, I know). This is what she was “writing”:

“Oh, my mommy, her is so cute. In that new jacket. It is so cute. I love my mommy. My mommy is cute when I am happy. Mommy is the sweetest I ever heard. I like her. Oh! I love her. She is so cute.

Just so we’re clear on this. I’m cute. Once, I protested that I wasn’t dressed “so cute” only to get, “You have those pants, and that top. And I love your hair.” I have no idea how I ended up with a mini-fashionista on my hands. I remember my mom saying once that they felt like they were raising a miniature Mary Tyler Moore. I sometimes feel like I’m raising a tiny Sarah Jessica Parker.

Let’s do a quick compare and contrast:

Okay, maybe it isn’t so strange. Perhaps it’s just the natural progression of things.

I heard the snap of the marker’s cap going back on. “That’s all for now,” she said. “I’ll do more later.”

“That was very nice,” I said. “You’re a natural-born writer.”

A small sigh came from inside the princess tent. “I know. So are you.”

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 7:00 a.m.