this kid i like.
many a child goes through that classic stage of cavorting about with imaginary friends, but elle takes this rite of passage to a new level. lately she talks incessantly of her "volleyball teacher," who unfortunately has a doubly difficult time existing in real life as elle neither plays volleyball nor attends school.
my daughter, however, is not one to be daunted by such technicalities.
she says: "my volleyball teacher teached me the brushing teeth song," which is followed by an animated and very made up song about shoes and toothpaste.
also, her volleyball teacher wants her to do this particular dance with flapping arms and a bum wiggle and a whole lot of spinning.
her volleyball teacher says that all the leaves fell off the trees on the day that was christmas, not in fall, mom. (clearly, an argument with an invisible sports guru is not one i'm likely to win.)
other reasons i like this kid:
1. she plays "doll camping camp" with me and every other day is my pretend birthday. (on your pretend birthday you get handmade ballpoint-and-colored-pencil cards, presents like plush dogs and barbie watches wrapped in boxes and blankets, and a birthday cake made of blocks. lots of fiber.)
2. she is little all over.
3. she has a dance for most routines of the day. my current favorite is the happy cake dance, which is a lot of hops punctuated by brief pauses where one sneaks a bit of frosting from the cake plate.
and just in case you wondered what her eating cake face looks like, here you go:
she is my favorite gal this side of mexico. (and also the other side of mexico. and in mexico itself. i'm suddenly craving a taco.)
adiós amigos. tener un buen día.