I was telling this story to my friend Becky yesterday and then decided that it was pretty funny. And funny equals blogworthy, in my opinion.
Hannah is so funny to me. She’s 4 (almost 5!), but the way that she speaks is unlike any other 4 year olds that I know. She still mis-pronounces things in a cute way, but the way that she puts things is what makes her so funny.
For instance, while Katie was at Girl Scouts tonight, Hannah and I took the dogs for a walk. Along the way she finds a caterpillar on the road. She picks it up and it’s kind of an ugly one. It’s all blackish-grey. And she says “Well, this little fella hasn’t gotten his rainbow colors yet, Mama.” There’s no question about it. She knows why he’s grey and ugly. And she is more than happy to share her wisdom with me. A few more feet down the road and she picks up a rock that is kinda pointy like a triangle and she says “This here is what is called a Bobble Head, Mama.” I said, “Do you mean ‘arrow head’?” and she’s like, “Nope, it’s a bobble head”. See what I mean? She’s funny.
Okay, so that’s not the story I wanted to share. But you get the general idea of how she talks, right? With her, there is never any “Why is the sky blue?” or “Where do babies come from?”. She’s got the whole world figured out in her little 4 (almost 5!) year old brain. The very same brain that would “roll out and spill onto the road” if she didn’t wear her helmet.
So here’s the story:
Katie is going through a major growth spurt right now. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen with her before. She’s had little growth spurts here and there, but right now it’s like we can’t keep her in the same size clothes or shoes for more than 2 weeks! And we ain’t rich, people! I’ve been putting this off and putting it off, but we could wait no longer.
Anyway, this past weekend we HAD to go get her some stuff because she was getting to the point of not being able to button her pants. And she needed some type of boots to keep her little tootsies warm too. She came downstairs all dressed for church with her black dressy sandals on and the temperature was like 40 degrees out! Poor girl…she had to wear her tennis shoes to church and you would have thought that the world had ended right there.
She is a very picky dresser and it takes a long time to pick out just one or two things, let alone the kind of shopping that we were looking to do, so I knew that it was going to be a very looong afternoon. And it was. After about 4 hours, we were finally finished. When we were in the car and ready to head home, I told Brian that we had to stop somewhere and get something to drink because I was surely going to die of thirst. Everyone was in agreement, so he pulled into the gas station and Katie and I, as our thirst became more and more unbearable, started this long conversation about how great water is. We were using all of these wonderful adjectives to describe our love for water, such as “delightful” and “heatlhy” and “best drink ever!”. I believe we threw in a “parched” and “dehyrdrated” somewhere too, to really drive the point home as to how very thirsty we were. We were just going on and on, oblivious to little Nanner sitting there. ~Now, I should mention here that Hannah is like her dad, she doesn’t like water unless there is absolutely no other option available. And even then, she has to be REALLY thirsty.~ So anyway, Katie and I are all like “Oh water is soooo wonderful…blah blah blah” and Hannah comes bustin’ into the conversation and says “Well, I’m gonna tell ya what is the bomb, and that’s Coke! I hate water.”
Needless to say, it cracked me up. She is so very matter-of-fact about just about everything. So, if you ever have any really tough questions that you just can’t figure out about life, let me know and I’ll pass them along to Nanner and let her enlighten you.