Proper Responses to Mom's Requests.

I was giving the kitchen a good scrub-down. I unlocked the cabinet underneath the sink (where all the household chemicals/cleaners are stored) to grab a bag for the recycling. I left it unlocked as I gathered everything up. I saw Seven in that cabinet and I told her to get out of it because there was nothing in there for her.
Her response: "Aye, aye, captain!" and she shut the cabinet and walked away.

On Undergarments...

The other night, I told Seven we were going to go to the gym. Sev knows my pre-gym routine, so she decided to help me. She got a shirt out for me, some socks (which were giant and wooly and made for camping in Wisconsin in February), and she even brought me my gym shoes. I kept thanking her with each item. At one point while I was getting dressed, she asked me, "do you need some tata-skins?" I asked her to repeat herself. She did. I told her I didn't know what that meant and to get one for me. She ran into my closet, got a black sports bra, and said, "Here. Here are your tata skins!"

On African Americans...

This afternoon, Seven was playing catch with a ball, failed to look where she was going, and ran her forehead smack into the corner of the windowsill. Crying ensued for a few minutes, but it was no big deal. There was an immediate bruise, but no skin broken and no cracked skulls, so on our day went.
As I was giving Sev a bath tonight, I got a good look at the bruise right in the center of her forehead, just above the gap in her eyebrows. I examined it and told her that I'd be gentle with the washcloth around the bruise. At a closer look, I realized that she was just barely starting to get a black eye on her left side. I said, "Wow, babe. Looks like you've got a little bit of a black eye."
"Huh?" She asked.
I repeated myself.
She started to stand up to look out the door of the bathroom, as if somebody was about to come through the door. She said, "Where's the black guy?"

On Proper Attire...

Tonight, just to escape the house, we went to the mall. The main purpose of this trip was for Seven to run around like a wild animal and burn off some energy, seeing as Mom spent all day cleaning the house, but we stopped here and there to browse some dressy work clothes for my clinical hours in the schools this semester (yay!). As I was checking out a cute sweater, Sev asked when we were going to the playground area. I told her I wanted to look at some fancy clothes because I had to dress up for school.
"Dress up?" she asked. "Like what? A cowboy or a horse?"

Apparently those are my only two options.

Late-Night Musings.

Late last night (or early this morning?), Seven crawled into bed with me. Despite her VERY loud nature, she's usually pretty good about tiptoeing and whispering late at night when she comes to snuggle in bed with her Mama Bear. She got into bed, got under the covers, and wiggled right up to me. I got the usual kisses on the cheek and I-Love-Yous (my kid is the sweetest), and then she took both of her palms and started rubbing her eyes for a good, solid chunk of time.
In a hushed voice, she said, "Mom! Look at this! Do you see all these colors on my eyes? [still rubbing her eyes as she spoke] Mom! Look! Look at all these colors!!" I confirmed that yes, I knew what she was talking about.
She kept rubbing her eyes for another five to ten seconds, then straight-up screamed out, "WOW!!!!"
She yelled it so loudly that it actually startled me, and then I couldn't help but break out with my own noisy laughter. The kid's like her mom: easily amused.





(side note: I love googling weird stuff. I googled "rubbing eyes and seeing colors" and discovered that those colors are known as pressure phosphenes, when the cones are rods are stimulated physically and send signals to the brain. Useless information for your everyday life!)

On House Cleaning...

This morning directly after waking up, I took one look at the house and said to Sev, "Holy cats, babe. We need to clean the house today!"
Her response: "Why? Because it's a 'zaster?"

Important Questions.

Last night, Seven, Boyfriend and I went out to eat at Red Robin. We sat in a booth, happily eating our chicken strips and burgers. A very well-dressed couple, maybe early 40's, sat directly behind us in the next booth. As they were donning their lovely black trench coats and leather gloves to prepare for the weather outside, the woman dialed something into her phone, then put it to her ear. Sev spun around in her seat in time to see this. She asked the woman, "Hey, who are you calling?"

Five minutes later, Sev told me she had to go pee, so away we went. As we were doing the handwashing procedure, the hostess came into the bathroom, presumably to use the facilities. As Sev was drying her hands, she casually asked the woman, "Hey, do you have to pee?"

Oh, the concerns of a three-year-old.