Anybody Home

My three year old friend came to my house to play today, the second time this week. All I can say is if you don't have a three year old friend, you need to get yourself one. But you can't have mine.

Today we colored paper dolls. A boy one, and a girl one. You can tell by their hair. Not their clothes. The boy mostly wore a pink tutu. The girl, a winter coat and boots.

We stamped with my rubber-stamps, and her brand new Wiggles stamps. I love to rubber-stamp. So does she. My arm didn't turn quite as green as hers did though.

She is very polite, and at lunch made all the right yummy sounds about peanut butter sandwiches, cheese and broccoli. But she didn't eat a bite. My dog is rather gassy tonight.

She taught me all of the words to the Barney song (i'm so glad i had my kids BEFORE barney!). We watched Dora the Explorer. I think Map has an attitude problem.

She fell asleep during Barney. Woke up and announced to the waiting world that it was a 'GOOD NAP!'. Although, she did hand me some 'eye boogers' and pronounced them 'disgusting'.

While sitting at my computer, which in her honest opinion isn't a very good one, she discovered my hymnbook, and began to sing at the top of her lungs. Most of the songs were her own creations, but she does do a very good rendition of "Jesus Loves Me".

I always have to check her bag before she leaves, as she likes to take things that she 'needs at home'. Today, I pulled three leather-bound Bibles from her diaper bag. I tried to replace them with a lovely children's Bible with cool pictures, but she insisted that she NEEDED three Bibles at HER house, WITHOUT pictures! She also had an ace of spades in there, and probably a few up her sleeve too.

She proclaimed to all who could hear her that the front entryway was HER HOUSE. We have a french door to this spot, so I could watch her. It's not a very big space, and she had adopted quite a large family, including Youngest Son. Every time she moved, someone fell over. She kept putting her hand on her hip and yelling at them, 'I AM SO ANGRY WITH YOU! YOU DISGUST ME!' Disgust was the operative word of the day. For added emphasis, she pointed a wooden cane at them.

I'm always glad to send her home happy. As the diaper bag passed me, I pulled out the Marushka dolls that belong to Daughter.

Tomorrow I will put the battery back in the clock and set it to the correct time. I will take all the breakable stuff down from the high shelves. I will put the stamps and ink away. I will give all the little dolls a hug and tell them that I don't think they are disgusting. I'll pick up the alphabet blocks, resort my books, and put all the games away making sure that the pieces are accounted for.

I will be lonely.