Those Rivett sisters

The other evening, Matt and I were in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner. The girls had been quietly playing in their room for a while. Miriam ran out of her room, jumped into the kitchen doorway, arms outstretched, and declared, “Tah-dah!” She was wearing her sister’s size 2T pajamas and some pants on her arms. (Fairly par for the course when you live with a four-year-old mini fashionista). Hot on her heels, I heard Daphne’s little footsteps running from their room and she jumped into the kitchen doorway, arms outstretched, and declared, “Tah-DAH!” She was completed naked and grinning like a cheeky monkey, cracking herself up.

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My other favorite Daphne-ism these days is her confusion of “nothing” for “anything.” So any random time that I ask her, “Whatcha doing, Daphne?” she just shrugs and says, “Enny-fing.” I like that take on it much better. Instead of doing nothing, you could be doing anything.

Miriam has been hard at work making books and working on her art this week, which she’s been pretty into for the past few months. I have to wait until she’s out of the kitchen before tossing things into the recycle bin or she’ll grab it and proclaim that she needs that [tube/bottle/egg carton, etc] for MY ART.

She constantly surprises me with things she knows and remembers and picks up. We’ve been playing “20 Questions” on commutes and she’s stumped me with choices like naked mole rat or centipede. She has decided to be a doctor, a nurse, a dentist, a vet, a mountain climber, and a Starbucks barista when she grows up. She’s going to do each job one day a week, and on her day off go to the fire station to help Daphne in her job as a fire fighter.

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Though she can name all the planets and the moons of each planet, she doesn’t know some basic things that I have a feeling most of her classmates know. On Sunday Matt briefly had the Superb Owl on TV, and she was like, “What’s that? What are you watching? What are they doing? Is that a game?” She learned the word “devil” from a Roald Dahl story and thinks it’s just a funny little character who sits on shoulders. She has no idea what a church is or what people do there except that sometimes her friends go to preschool there sometimes. Am I failing my kids? Are there books for kids of parents who deliberately football-naive atheists that help explain these topics? There are books for everything these days. Maybe I’ll just let them figure it all out for themselves…at least that way they’d had half a chance of forming a snark-free opinion on either subject.

 

One comment

  1. We are looking forward to seeing those little goofballs! These are the times (at this age) thàt you will truly cherish!

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