So I've had inner conversations, outer conversations, conversations I remember, some I do not but the one conversation that I think sums it all up is the one that wasn't about anyone or anything in particular, it wasn't heavy nor was it substantial. It was light, playful, endearing, and gave me a slap of reality that often gets buried while trying to pretend to be an adult.
I went to visit my best friend and the two small people that live with her. She has a four year old and a 1 1/2 year old. Her four year old is precocious and knows how to work an audience. She also doesn't need to be entertained every second and comes up with the most ehhehmm interesting games. While T and her hubby went to drop off the car at the shop I stayed behind while the littlest one napped and I got to spend time with this spitfire. In a matter of minutes her imagination had turned a purple pearl necklace (fake of course), a green ribbon, and a pink hairband into a slingshot type of device. Not sure what she had planned to fling from it but the next thing I know she's asking me to untie the entire contraption. Next up, I taught her to say "Can you give me a what what!?" so when mom got home and was making some lunch in the kitchen I challenged her to go into the kitchen and ask her mom "Mom, can I have a what what!?" NOTHING is funnier than listening to a little four year old voice squeal from the other room "WHAT WHAT" only to have her mom go "where did you learn that?" LMAO. Needless to say I did not get babysitter of the year for teaching her this. She has a way of collecting these little sayings and saying them at the most inopportune times.
So at the end of it all one thing is clear. This Whimpy Pallav needs to relax more, aim every challenge that comes her way into a slingshot and direct it where it is best suited, and every-so-often give herself a little What What.
Still trying to figure out how to put a video on but this will have to do
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJA69C6SlRk
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