The Wolf and the Beast
Posted on March 4th, 2013
Rather than bore you with my Weltschmerz (which I am weary of, and is there a word for that in German? Weary with weariness?) here are some Pea stories:
Pea: “Why does a pack of men say ‘Hup, hup, hup’ when they run to the general?”
Me: … (Wondering where does this come from? and Hell if I know.)
Pea: “I think because they found something.”
She made up a song in a minor key today around 11, when she was supposed to be brushing her hair. (Why so late? She had a hard time getting up for school, her forehead felt warm, and I figured meh, it’s not like she’s missing calculus. Also, after weekend teacher communications relaying how having messy hair leads to inability to learn, move, and think and how hats are instruments of the devil,* I thought an extra day off from the woo parade was jim-dandy.)
Then at 12:30, she played it for her piano teacher and called it “The Wolf and the Beast.” But in the car, she explained the Wolf and the Beast are both good guys.
This is the same child who used my angled eyeliner brush to paint eyeshadow on the bathroom wall this morning.
*This is only a slight exaggeration. I will be wearing my most ostentatious, widest brimmed hat to the parent conference, because I am contrary that way, and really! We are a proud hat-wearing family. In other news, on her own volition and without knowing about the email, Pea chose a sunhat today with a four inch brim.