The funny little lady – a little anecdote

I-An was asleep so I decided to have a little quality time with Mi-Ah.  JW was home, joyfully executing the enemy with his virtual rifles on X-Box 360, so he was left in charge of the baby phone that was connected to its mate in I-An’s room.

Mi-Ah and I were in a posh kitchen store.  Her birthday was coming up and I was looking for some mini-cupcake liners.  You know how those big cupcakes, while small for us adults, are practically a full meal for kids.  They only had some Halloween-themed ones with little ghosts and pumpkins so we settled on getting some really cute carousal horse-shaped candles to put on her cake instead. 

I was browsing around a little more and let her wander off a bit, after she promised not to touch anything.  She ran up to me a few minutes later, and said in the usual toddler’s not so subtly-pitched voice, “Hey, umma!  Come look at the funny little lady!”  I ignored her for a second, but she was persistent.  “Come look!  She’s really funny looking!”

I thought, this sounds really bizarre.  A funny little lady?  So I decided to humour her.  There were these stacked shelves in the small shop used as dividers, and you could see through them.  So we were standing on one side of one of these shelves, and she pointed through the various porcelein baking containers at someone on the other side.  Sure enough, there was a midget woman standing there chatting with her friend, while trying to pick out what kind of kitchen utensils to purchase. 

I was horrified, but didn’t raise my voice.  I kneeled in front of Mi-Ah and said, “Mi-Ah she’s not funny.  She’s just different.  And it’s not nice to stare or talk it about her like that.  Okay?”

“But, umma, she didn’t care that I was looking!  I WANT to look!  She’s funny!  And so little!”

I quickly paid for the birthday candles so we could leave.  I had to talk with her some more about it.  “You know, the lady pretended not to hear you, but I bet when she goes home tonight she’ll cry because you made her feel sad about herself.  You hurt her feelings.”  Alright, maybe I was laying on a bit thick, but this is Mi-Ah we’re talking about here.

“Okay, umma.  Next time I’ll just look and not say anything.”

“No, Mi-Ah that’s also not nice.”

“Okay, then I’ll not say anything and then kind of look out of the corner of my eye so she doesn’t notice.”

I sighed.  The constant negotiation with Mi-Ah was always so tiring.  “Okay, that’s better then.”  I gave up.  KIDS!

Going crazy telling same story over & over again!

Well, I’m proud of myself because it seems I’ve creally a hit.  Mi-Ah has been requesting “Princess Mi-Ah goes to Sleeping Jail” EVERY SINGLE day for weeks now!  I’m going nuts!  Each time I try to add a new detail to the story, to at least keep myself interested.  Like starting with the what they had for dinner…. I let her fill in what they had.  It’s usually pasta, with ‘special’ cheese (the shredded parmesan that you sprinkle on is ‘special’ because it’s not in the usual slices), yoghurt drink and ending with strawberries for dessert.  As happy as I am that she loves the story so much, I’m going crazy!  Aaaggh!  I need inspiration to come up with another good one!  Hope she does something soon that I could use as material.  I’m really struggling now.  Any suggestions?