When you have a baby to nurse, you have a lot of literal down time to do important things like talk to Peanuts, post Instagram photos, and read magazines (thanks mom!). In this month's riveting edition of Glamour, I noted on the horoscope page that Little Miss was born a Pisces.
Aahhhhh. It all makes sense now. She is celestially ordained to be a little fish.
This must be why Her life is so consumed at the moment with adopting the identity of fishes. Particular fishes. A couple of months ago, we borrowed "Finding Nemo" from the library. Since then, queen of make-believe Missy (who usually "is" a cat all day every day) has spent a large portion of Her existence delegating roles.
"Dad! YOU ah Mahlin and I am Nemo! Mommy, you can be….can be… the Scary Divah! Sistah you ah Dori and baby brufah is a shahk. OK!"
This role-assigmnent occurs approximately 2.47 thousand times a day, in various permutations. Then the important part comes-
"Dad, tell me. Tell me! Tell me not to touch a fin on that boat!"
Missy lives to be told not to touch a fin on the boat. She lights up with the anticipation of the admonishment not to touch a fin on that boat. Because. Once She is told, She gets to reach out- (say it again say it again!)- and reach a little closer- (fits of giggles! Say it again!)- and (so exciting!)- can you guess? She touches a fin. On the boat.
This is SO Missy.
That in the entire 100 minute film, this 5 second bit is what most impressed and captivated Her. The moment in which the child character rebelled against the parent. Now we must relive and repeat the magic of that moment all. day. long.
This is the child who may never overcome the reverse-psychology lure of "don't eat that squash! Don't you dare eat it up!" and "Don't smile for the camera! NO smiling!" The child who fears no time-out, no early bedtime, no lost privilege of any sort. A child who, I am quite convinced, often refuses to eat Her dinner, put on Her shoes, or clean up a toy not because She doesn't like the food, the shoes, or cleaning up- but simply can't resist the higher joy of saying no.
I'm not that into astrology. But I'm pretty sure Pisces must be known for swimming their own way, for being headstrong and feisty. And for being so sweet and cuddly and lovable at the same time, that their parents can't help but adore them, even as they are driven crazy. This is going to be awesome in about 10 years, isn't it?
Aahhhhh. It all makes sense now. She is celestially ordained to be a little fish.
This must be why Her life is so consumed at the moment with adopting the identity of fishes. Particular fishes. A couple of months ago, we borrowed "Finding Nemo" from the library. Since then, queen of make-believe Missy (who usually "is" a cat all day every day) has spent a large portion of Her existence delegating roles.
"Dad! YOU ah Mahlin and I am Nemo! Mommy, you can be….can be… the Scary Divah! Sistah you ah Dori and baby brufah is a shahk. OK!"
This role-assigmnent occurs approximately 2.47 thousand times a day, in various permutations. Then the important part comes-
"Dad, tell me. Tell me! Tell me not to touch a fin on that boat!"
Missy lives to be told not to touch a fin on the boat. She lights up with the anticipation of the admonishment not to touch a fin on that boat. Because. Once She is told, She gets to reach out- (say it again say it again!)- and reach a little closer- (fits of giggles! Say it again!)- and (so exciting!)- can you guess? She touches a fin. On the boat.
This is SO Missy.
That in the entire 100 minute film, this 5 second bit is what most impressed and captivated Her. The moment in which the child character rebelled against the parent. Now we must relive and repeat the magic of that moment all. day. long.
This is the child who may never overcome the reverse-psychology lure of "don't eat that squash! Don't you dare eat it up!" and "Don't smile for the camera! NO smiling!" The child who fears no time-out, no early bedtime, no lost privilege of any sort. A child who, I am quite convinced, often refuses to eat Her dinner, put on Her shoes, or clean up a toy not because She doesn't like the food, the shoes, or cleaning up- but simply can't resist the higher joy of saying no.
I'm not that into astrology. But I'm pretty sure Pisces must be known for swimming their own way, for being headstrong and feisty. And for being so sweet and cuddly and lovable at the same time, that their parents can't help but adore them, even as they are driven crazy. This is going to be awesome in about 10 years, isn't it?
Nemo and The Forbidden Boat
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