The Girl Child did not nap. Instead, she came downstairs and decided to color. That's fine. I kept her company. In the middle of her coloring, she looked up at me and pronounced:
Pappa, when I walk in my Summer it tastes like pear.
I decided that statement was profound and decided to probe no further into it than that.
I hope my Summer tastes like pear this year. And yours!
Posted by Random Penseur at June 4, 2005 03:08 PMMmmmmmmmmm, but I think I go for more of a cherry flavor.
She's something else, your daughter. A good something else. Glad I got to meet her througgh your blog.
Posted by: Rachel Ann at June 5, 2005 04:14 AMWrite down everything Girl Child says. She's a gold mine of humor and observations. She sound like a scream to be around.
BTW. When I wlked my dogs in the summer it always seemed to smell like pooh.
I hope your summer tastes like pear, too.
What a jewel you have in GC.
xoxo
Posted by: Margi at June 5, 2005 03:16 PMI think she's got a good point there. :)
Posted by: Hannah at June 6, 2005 07:51 AMBright girl. There's nothing quite so refreshing on a hot summer day as slices of chilled pear. Mmmm...
Posted by: Jim at June 6, 2005 11:25 AMI hear the makings of a writer in her voice.
Are you *sure* she's only four?
Posted by: Jennifer at June 6, 2005 08:12 PMWrite her a song!
"When I walk in my Summer it tastes like pear. I am the Girl Child. Goo goo goojoob."
Posted by: Tuning Spork at June 6, 2005 10:53 PMSounds like the GC has never walked in the summer in the City...
Posted by: GrammarQueen at June 7, 2005 09:37 AMSweet. Could be the start of a meme. What do you want your summer to taste like?
Posted by: Amy at June 8, 2005 08:51 PMSummer, in the city, a bite of my pear tastes so gritty......
Posted by: Mark at June 8, 2005 09:47 PMLovely. She's got the soul of a poet...and, I suspect, a bit of a limerick-et in there, too.
Posted by: Victor at June 10, 2005 09:52 AM