So, some of you might know the story of my mother's letter to Santa Claus when she was a little girl. My clever mom penned an epistle to kindly old St. Nicholas, asking for gifts not for her, but for her mother and father and sisters. Interestingly enough, though, those presents she requested for her family members out of the goodness of her young heart were also presents that she would enjoy, like a doll and a special coat.
Anyway, my daughter has apparently been taking some lessons from her Mimi. Let me set the stage for you: Eila was exercising her imagination and playing on the living room floor with her Minnie Mouse and Daisy Duck playsets. She has Minnie's Polka Dot Yacht and the Pet Salon. She carefully set up each of the little pieces, and then I overheard her singing our washing your hands song (it goes like this to the tune of Row, Row, Row Your Boat: Wash, wash, wash you hands, get them nice and clean, we've got to wash the germs all off 'cause spreading them is mean). Then, after Minnie was done washing her hands, Eila abruptly got up and left.
She was headed for the kitchen, so I asked her where she was going. She told me, "Minnie needs a snack," and she came back carrying a container full of what happens to be Eila's favorite snack, M&Ms. Eila asked me to open the container, and out of curiosity I asked her how many M&Ms she thought Minnie needed. To her credit, Eila only took one, a red one. Then she got back down on the floor and tried to feed it to Minnie.
I could tell she was getting frustrated, and then I heard, "Uh-oh!" I asked what was the matter, and she whined, "Mommy, Minnie's mouth won't open." Then, putting her finger up to her temple as if in deep contemplation, she said, "Hmmmm...let me see....I think that means I need to eat it." And with that, she popped the M&M into her own mouth, and it was gone in a couple of chomps.
Interestingly, this scenario repeated itself only a moment later, but with fishy crackers this time. Ha! I guess Minnie, I mean Eila, was really in need of a snack!
Anyway, my daughter has apparently been taking some lessons from her Mimi. Let me set the stage for you: Eila was exercising her imagination and playing on the living room floor with her Minnie Mouse and Daisy Duck playsets. She has Minnie's Polka Dot Yacht and the Pet Salon. She carefully set up each of the little pieces, and then I overheard her singing our washing your hands song (it goes like this to the tune of Row, Row, Row Your Boat: Wash, wash, wash you hands, get them nice and clean, we've got to wash the germs all off 'cause spreading them is mean). Then, after Minnie was done washing her hands, Eila abruptly got up and left.
She was headed for the kitchen, so I asked her where she was going. She told me, "Minnie needs a snack," and she came back carrying a container full of what happens to be Eila's favorite snack, M&Ms. Eila asked me to open the container, and out of curiosity I asked her how many M&Ms she thought Minnie needed. To her credit, Eila only took one, a red one. Then she got back down on the floor and tried to feed it to Minnie.
I could tell she was getting frustrated, and then I heard, "Uh-oh!" I asked what was the matter, and she whined, "Mommy, Minnie's mouth won't open." Then, putting her finger up to her temple as if in deep contemplation, she said, "Hmmmm...let me see....I think that means I need to eat it." And with that, she popped the M&M into her own mouth, and it was gone in a couple of chomps.
Interestingly, this scenario repeated itself only a moment later, but with fishy crackers this time. Ha! I guess Minnie, I mean Eila, was really in need of a snack!