Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Conversations with Milly Mae

This 12 year old Mallory child of mine has a big personality. Not at all girly, bordering on brute. Outdoor horseback ridin' girl. laughs a lot, reads a lot, practices conversational randomness, hums, whistles, constantly plays her trombone mouthpiece when not playing her trombone, walks through life unaffected by anyone or anything else. You can't help but love her. It's hard to describe what conversations are like with her. I took her to my friend Shanna's salon yesterday to get a haircut. Shanna also happens to be Mal's YW leader at church. She had to wait for Shanna to finish coloring my hair so she could get her hair cut while my color was processing. She was bored and did the most random things...turning off lights, using Shanna's scissors to cut off hairs on her arms, opening all her cabinets and drawers, asking why she had each thing in the room, commented on what was unnecessary to have in the room. I had several LOLs during that time, but could not begin to tell you all the conversation that happened throughout....It was funny in context and because she is non-stop.

But here's a small conversation exchanged that happened this morning so you can get a glimpse of what conversations are like with her. She came and got in my bed. It was a clue that something was wrong with her. Usually she gets a running start and comes and cannon balls onto my bed (or at least it feels like that... and if you think she has the sense to check for arms and legs in the way, you are wrong). "I have a tummy ache," she says. Both of her sisters do too and they are all squished in around me telling me their woes and their needs. It ends with...."I'm thirsty now Mommy!" I say, "I'm trying to get up, but y'all have me all sandwiched in and I can't get out of bed. I'm like the cream part of the oreo." Mallory says, "You're the good part that everyone eats. We're the cookie part that everyone throws away, nobody likes us. But at least we don't get turned into poop." Nice. What is it with my family's obsession with feces and the air around them? Anyways, the first LOL of the day goes to her!

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