Here’s the song reference.
Beanie is something of a legend at our county’s parks and recreation department. Last spring, when I was picking up the supplies for Bugaboo’s soccer team (Bugaboo, Beanie and Mr. Man in tow, Sal practicing corner kicks in my belly), the nice gentleman leaned over to address our younger daughter and asked her, in the singsong voice some adults use with very young children, “And are you going to play soccer like your big sissy?”
I should mention here that Beanie is altogether disdainful of anything that remotely resembles condescension. We have NO idea where she gets that.
At any rate, she looked up at the gent with a facial expression that suggested she was questioning his intelligence, then slowly replied, “Nooooo. I want to play football.”
Continuing with the singsong tone, he cooed at her, “Aww, are you going to be a little kicker?”
She regarded him again and sighed with the mild exasperation she often expresses when she has to explain something that, to her, is patently obvious, before replying, “Noooo. I want to WHAMMO somebody,” while punching one little fist into the opposite little palm.
I should point out that at the time, Beanie was two years and nine months old, about 31 inches tall, and about 28 pounds.
The poor man snorted, then literally fell to his knees, laughing until tears ran down his face. Some minutes later, as he wiped his streaming cheeks, he blinked up at me and choked out, “Lady, you’ve got A LOT on your hands.” I somewhat smugly replied, “Mister, you don’t know the half of it.”
I am relating this tale as background to the story of my morning yesterday. Beanie shambled out of the girls’ room a little after 7:00, and, after a couple of failed attempts, managed to clamber up onto the sofa and snuggle in next to me. As it happened, I was perusing the Internet looking for party supplies for her upcoming birthday bash. You see, this tiny titan has decided that nothing in the world will do but that she has a Hello Kitty-themed birthday party, complete with a pinata. There are, fortunately, quite a number of purveyors of such pinatas, and a wide array of Hello Kitty goodies with which to fill them.
Since Beanie is the honoree of this particular shindig, it seemed appropriate to seek her input on the question of the pinata. I pulled up the Google page containing a dozen images of the different types of Hello Kitty pinatas, then explained to her that we needed to decide whether she wanted a pull-string version or a bash-it-with-a-stick version. She looked at me with a genuinely horrified expression, then emphatically exclaimed, “We have to have the string kind! I don’t want anyone to whack Hello Kitty with a bat! Poor Hello Kitty! Hello Kitty is nice! I don’t want anyone to break Hello Kitty!”
My comment on Facebook last night was, “I believe I may have to dress all of her siblings as Hello Kitty from now on.”
Today’s prayer: Lord, thank You for little blessings who fill our days with laughter, and who derive joy from many different aspects of the world You have given us. Please help me teach Your blessings to treat their siblings with the same tenderness they treat their imaginary friends and toys. It is sometimes difficult for adults to treat gently with people who have given them offense, Lord, but please help me give them the right example of treating people more lovingly that we treat inanimate objects that cannot love us, or You, back.
And please, Lord, let me never lose the ability to laugh while I’m teaching, even if I have to do so silently.