So yesterday afternoon I was having a casual chat with Big Girl while she colored with sidewalk chalk. Little Girl listened in. Little Girl and I have already had conversations about her costume. At one point she and I had decided it would be fun to go as Miss Nelson and Viola Swamp. I would love to dress up like Viola Swamp. I even have a great swampy voice I can do for her. However, surprisingly Little Girl was vying for the role of Ms Swamp. I guess I could go as Miss Nelson. It's much less fun though. I gotta say my hat is off to Little Girl for wanting to branch out into such a deep character at the tender age of three. In the end we thought re-cycling an excellent Cinderella costume for her this year would be the final answer (for now).
So my conversation with Big Girl was also surprising. I wonder sometimes if she isn't growing up a bit too fast. That happens when you are surrounded by older siblings I suppose. Or maybe I am just screwing up as a mother. That could also be the case. It turns out that my 7 year old teenager wants to be something "dead." When I suggested a pretty harmless mummy perhaps she said "no like a dead cheerleader or a dead bride or something" We started kidding around a bit and I suggested we take one of her old costumes like the gypsy from last year and just add our skeleton hands and call it a dead gypsy. Or perhaps we could invent dead Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Of course I was kidding. People would think we are nuts (we are). Then the funniest of things happened. Baby Girl who had been taking this all in got up and came over to me. She put her cute little face right in mine and whispered "are you sinking what I'm sinking?" I confessed I didn't know what she was 'sinking.' Then she said with a serious tone "dead Cinderella!"
I could have died from laughter.