Well, what is necessary?
or: “little girls wiser than old men”
The other day, I was on a face time video chat with our six year-old, asking about her day and how she had been. She was playing with her rubber fruit toys, in front of her_one of the many_ barbie houses. I could tell from the way she chewed on her toys and rolled her eyes that she was already restive. So, I thought changing the subject would help ginger up the chat.
“Nice barbie house!” I said in an overblown tone, “have I seen it before?”
“ I hate that barbie house!” she grimaced.
“Isn’t it the same barbie house you were aching for?” said her dad.
“NooooooO!” she said, forming a big O with her lips as she went on.
“come on!” daddy squealed, “weren’t you badgering me for a whole week why the online order wasn’t delivered on time?”
“That’s not the type of barbie house I asked you to order!” she said, cool as a cucumber.
Daddy raised eyebrows, blew out his cheeks and puffed in frustration.
“I mean, what kind of a house is that?” said she.
“what’s wrong with it sweetie pie?” I asked.
“first of all, it has no roofs and ceilings and walls and stuff! normal houses don’t look like this…
