Wednesday, March 31, 2010
fa so la ti frickin' da.
Biscuit: Mom, what's Sallysimmyslake?
me: I have no idea. What is that?
Biscuit: We sang it in Music today.
me: Can you sing it for me?
Biscuit. No. I don't know what it is. But Mama? What's a so?
me: A so? Or sewing, like with a needle and thread?
Biscuit: No, like I have a so in here. (points to chest)
me: Oh, a soul. That's what makes you *you*. What makes you special, different from everyone else in the whole world. How you feel, what you like, how helpful and sweet and generous you are.
me: Did you think it was something else?
Biscuit: Is it what makes me flip?
me: Well, I guess being active and playful and enjoying gymnastics is part of who you are.
Biscuit: I think my so makes me flip. I want to flip now. Can I flip?
me: Um, sure. Go ahead and flip.
Biscuit: (dive bombs into my clean laundry, does a forward roll) Yay! My so makes me so, so flippy!
me: Dude, you just ruined my laundry.
Biscuit: Yeah, sorry. It was my so. Can I have something to eat now?
So that's my evening. t.rex has just awakened from his afternoon nap, and it's time to read a little bit of Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter.
Stay flippy, friends.