Mommy: “Well, I’m explaining this because sometimes you can be very difficult.”
Ellie: “Yes, that’s true.”
I just could not let this story slip into years of forgetfulness, although it likely won’t, but the other night we had several people over for dinner and five “boys” were drinking Matt’s Pickleback shot in the kitchen. They were having a laugh when Elizabeth walked in and pointed her finger at each of them in turn saying each time, “You have a penis. You have a penis,’ etc. then, ‘Ya, and I have a vagina because I’m a girl.” When she finished she walked out of the kitchen leaving a heavy silence for several dramatic beats when suddenly there was a roar of laughter.
“Mamma, Emma has teeth now! I can see them! That’s great, Emma! Now you can eat.”
Scene: Music playing in the car. Mom in the driver seat and toddler (Ellie) in the back carseat.
Ellie: “Mommy, who is that?”
Mommy: “That’s Madonna.”
Ellie: “Well, she can’t sing. Can she dance?”
Mommy: “Yes, she can dance.”
Ellie: “Well, I want to dance with her.”
This evening at dinner, Ellie said to me “Mommy, I need a napkin because my hands just came out of my eyes and I’m crying.” Oh sweet pea! How you make me smile even when you are not.
Last night at dinner, Ellie asked our friend, Scott: “Do you have courage?”
We are now the proud household of one potty-trained kid. It has been months in the making but something clicked for Ellie at the Science Centre last week when she had a “stinky” while hanging out with some “big kids” who were on a school trip. Since then, we have patiently watched her sit long periods on her little potty, chatting away, until she discovered that familiar tingly feeling. Now she giggles in delight every time she is successful. She enjoys tossing the contents down the toilet while flushing it away with a friendly, “bye.” Along with the potty training were the lessons in privacy. She is learning that a closed door means someone needs privacy. The most memorable lesson, for all of us, was this past summer when Grandpa had gone into the washroom for a shower and was getting dressed for the day. However, the old wooden door at the farm has slight cracks along it so that at a certain height it does not allow one privacy. Ellie was quick to discover this minor flaw when she pressed her nose to the door and announced that she could see one obvious thing on Grandpa that also starts with the letter P; and after all these months, she still needs to understand exactly what privacy means because when Emma and I knocked on her bedroom door this morning, she opened it by saying, “Hi! I’m having privacy. Wanna come see?”