Sweet Sugar is cracking me up these days and driving me a bit batty at the same time. Some highlights from this week, before I forget:
1) Sugar is mildly obsessed with growing hair like Rapunzel’s in Tangled. She has two Rapunzel dolls that she dotes upon, and is frequently found brushing her own hair and telling me how much longer it is than mine, as if this was some sort of race, not my own lack of finding time to get my haircut in a year, but I digress. Two of Sugar’s favorite people are young teenage girls, who encouraged Sugar that someday she might need to trim her hair, and that trimming it actually makes it grow longer. (They honestly meant no harm in this, but had the purest of intentions in getting her to someday agree to a hair trim, if it proved necessary.) She relayed this story to me, and when I tried to explain it, she dismissed my version as falsehood, the teenagers’ as absolute truth.
Last weekend, we had friends’ visiting while home from East Asia for a few months with their four-year-old daughter, who was Sugar’s instant best friend. After dinner, the girls were playing when Bud discovered hair all in the toilet. Sugar and her pal had been trimming their hair so it would grow long like Rapunzel’s. They cut their hair in the front, like bangs. Thankfully, they did not cut them too short, and Sugar’s actually looks pretty cute if it was more even, but I would never tell her so. Her friend’s was cut less than Sugar’s, and thankfully it was not too short, either. I think she understands now and agrees to never cut her own hair again. The partners in crime:
2) Earlier this week our chiropractor asked Sugar how she was doing, to which she replied, “Not very good. Rapunzel (referring to her doll) was up all night with a tummy ache and kept waking me up. Rapunzel ate ALL the food in the fridge, made a GREAT, BIG poop, and then had a tummy ache and kept waking me up. It was baaaaad.” Our sweet chiropractor didn’t even laugh when she responded, “I am sure if anyone ate all the food in the fridge, they would make a great, big poop,” and continued adjusting Micah.
3) I was watching some of the Crossfit games on youtube for inspiration over the weekend. The kids piled up next to me and watched a bit of one of the women’s workouts. After a few minutes, Sugar said, “When I grow up, I am going to be a strong momma like these mommas!”
4) While playing Uno, I told Sugar it was her turn and she could play a red card or a seven, to which she responded, “Plusably, I will play…. this one… plusably….”
5) And more hair drama. She was washing her hands and face before bed the other night when she decided to stick her head partially under the sink, wetting part of her hair. She cried for a long time later exclaiming that her hair was ruined and now she had “boy hair!” (tears, tears, tears.) My attempts to explain that it was just wet in some strange places and made it look different now, but would be back to normal when dry were met with more tears and forlorn sighs over her perceived loss of beauty. It was soon remedied by a ponytail, but she has brought up the awful night of “boy hair” several times since then. I am a bit apprehensive of the coming years.