At four and a half, she loves to pretend she's animals in a pet store--a unicorn, a lion, a baby cow alternately--and my job is to choose her and buy her. After she's taken on the identity of the animal, she stays in character for a long time, correcting me when I forget and call her Elena.
Today, we tie dyed fabric and made a tent, then made chocolate chip cookies and a snow globe. After dinner, she started talking about how sad it makes her that Nathan has to go to his other house for a whole week. "I'm having to squeeze back the tears because what I'm talking about makes me sad."
I told her it was okay to cry if she felt like it, but she just wanted to sit in my lap for a while. "I can just put my head on your shoulder and cry? Because I can tell you anything?"
As it turned out, the impulse to cry passed and she wanted me to buy her one more time, this time as a cheetah.
"Sometimes I just want to be by myself for a little while so nobody can hear what I'm thinking."
"I get that," I said. "I do too." I told her about the times when I was a little girl and went to my tree house to be alone.
"How long did it take until you didn't want to cry anymore?" she asked.
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| "I thought this giraffe was taller than me." |
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| Loving on the giraffes |
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| Making chocolate chip cookies |
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