You say...
Zoë has learned somehow (probably from many years of speech therapy) to say to other people, "You say..." and then tell them what she wants them to say. When I'm cross with her, she'll sometimes say, "You say, 'It's okay.'" She frequently tells her sister what to say when they're playing together, acting out some scenario they're making up (they're both quite creative that way). We hear a lot of "You say, you're welcome!" and "You say, thank you!" and "You say, what did you do today?"
This morning, Zoë was getting dressed for school and when she went to put on the jumper (sweater) I'd chosen for her, she announced to her dad, "I don't want this. You say, 'Why?'"
Dad obliged and asked her why. She answered, "It's stuck!"
She had outgrown it and couldn't get it over her head.
Naturally, he got her a different jumper. Nothing worse than having one that sticks! You say, that's right!
Haircuts
Well. A couple years ago, Zoë cut her own hair and really hacked it up. The only solution was to have it all cut very short so it was even. She looked like a boy for ages. It was that short.
It's taken years for it to grow out. It was a very nice shoulder length with tapering around her face, very pretty and easy to care for and feminine. Note that I say that it "was" shoulder length...
She did it again. She used toenail scissors, of all things. Yes, I was very cross. She hacked away a bunch of the hair over her left ear, and some in the back. I asked her why. She said because it was tangled. *sigh*
So we took her today to get it fixed as best we could. It's not too bad, but her rather sticky-outy ears are very sticky-outy now, to say the least. It isn't as bad as it could have been, of course, but I'm still quite cross with her. I heard the hairstylist talking to her about cutting her hair and telling her no to do it, and Zoë seemed to be paying attention, so maybe she'll remember (she won't listen to me, but to perfect strangers, well, sure, why not?).
Yes, I know, all kids do it. Well, most do. It's not the end of the world. It's just frustrating that it took all that time to grow it out and she just went and hacked it off again!
UPDATE: The haircut reminds me very much of an early Beatles cut, that "mop top" that caused so much attention in 1964 or so. And with Zoë's sticky-outy ears, and despite the fact that she's blonde and seven years old and doesn't have a unibrow, she reminds me fleetingly of George Harrison from the early sixties. Just as well George is my favourite Beatle, I guess.
Cricket in the Garden
A few weeks ago, Zoë''s class went to a local pet store and bought a cricket to be a classroom pet. They looked after it and fed it (carrots, according to Zoë) and so on. The other day I thought of the cricket and asked Zoë about it.
Me: Do you still have the cricket at school?
Zoë: No. Not in a cage.
Me: What happened to it?
Zoë: Is in a garden.
Me: Oh, did you put the criket out in the garden? (Now, when I said "you", I meant a collective "you", as in, the class.)
Zoë: No.
Me: How did the cricket get into the garden?
Zoë: Teacher put it there.
Note to self: In future, be more specific with the pronouns.
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