Where does the time go? I am very ashamed to say this, but it seems like just yesterday, when I met my dad for dinner, on the day of your birth and said "Hello, Grandpa!"
And Papa Barry, as he is now known to you, stood up a little straighter, and well, preened. Just like the rest of us, Mini, he'd been waiting for you.
Mini B, you are an engaging, fun, busy girl. You like tractors, you like princesses, you like changing your clothes, you like playing the drums. You are a girl with a strong personality, and I hope you don't lose that (though I am sure your parents wish you would tone it down a little).
I just spent the better part of 24 hours in your home, and for the record, I'm going to quickly record some of our interactions. If I am lucky, I will share these at some future event:
"Hi Auntie Mister!"
"Mini B, that's Auntie Misstea."
"Hi Auntie Mister!"
I couldn't correct you. Your Uncle J called me "Mister" for a good two years.
At four, your favourite word still appears to be "no." This is amusing, because your parents, before you could even speak, decided that "stop" and "danger" would be the words they would use to rebuke you. Their logic was that those two words were too hard for you to say, and therefore you would not throw those words back at them.
Well, I think that was wishful thinking. You know "no", and employ it frequently. Good job, kid.
However, you are a shouter. When you want something, you holler. It's a sound that doesn't even have syllables. It's just nasty.
When you wanted to get over the baby gate last night, you made that nasty sound. I happened to be closest.
So, I took the bull by the horns, and said, "Well, I'm not your parent, but where I come from, Mini B, that's really rude, and we don't speak to people that way."
You looked at me for a moment, thought about it, and then bellowed "Open!"
And, I looked at you, and said, "That's better, but that's still not what I am looking for."
And in the background, your parents were coaching you, "say please, Mini B", "remember your manners!" I have a feeling that Granny was laughing her ass off around the corner.
You stood up even straighter. Squared your shoulders. And said, with a ever-suffering voice, "Please, open!"
So, I opened the gate. And you flounced through and went on your merry way.
It was hysterically funny. Don't ever lose that expectation that doors will open for you. If you use your manners (and trust me, it works).
You were surprised to see me the following morning, because I left before you went to bed. We (your parents and I) neglected to inform you that we were having a sleep-over. A sleep-over with a bonus guest You were a little bit stand-offish with my friend for a few momehts, but it didn't take you very long to get all bossy, telling her where to sit, before she even had a cup of coffee. You are very lucky that Mamayaga loves kids, and liked playing along with you.
All in all, it was a lovely morning. However, you need some boundaries, girl.
I went downstairs to have a bit of a wash and get out of my jammies. I grabbed my stuff, and headed into the downstairs bathroom. Since the basement is basically your playroom, I didn't think I needed to pay attention to you. Until you opened the bathroom door. Thankfully, I was brushing my teeth.
You just wanted to talk, and that was awesome, because that's the kind of relationship I hope to have with you, but still, not knocking. Not cool. So, given that information, you closed the door, and I continued on with my ablutions. You knocked about a nanosecond later. I said, "open!"
I was going for broke. I had no idea how your parents felt about nudity, but, you knocked. Right when I was about to change my shirt.
I whipped off my t-shirt that I wear at night, and you said, "
you've got boobies!"
And yes, it deserves bold, because at that exact moment, your father, my little brother, was hollering "it is ok for me to come in?"
I said yes, well, to both questions. In retrospect. I've never put my clothes on so fast in my life. OK, that's an exaggeration, but Mini B, you are not going get the details about that other situation for a very long time. If ever.
But anyways, you simply didn't care that your Auntie's boobies were hanging out and your daddy was in the same space (it's a very large basement, with lots of walls, for those who are playing along).
You are a smart, strong, confident girl. The things that drive your care-givers crazy right now are things that will make you an amazing woman. Go forth and be yourself Mini B.
And I will laugh myself silly. Because you are exactly like your father was when he was your age. I love the both of you to bits.
I bought this Altoids tin in a disgusting gas station somewhere between Las Vegas and Laughlin. I don't even really like Altoids, but I saw it at the counter, and thought, "that would be great for knitting notions!"
We will be very good friends. And every time I look for my darning needle or a stitch marker, I will be reminded of Bloodless: The Trial of Burke and Hare, by White Rabbit Productions.
