from the mouth of the babe...

A few weeks ago, when we were walking to the library, Pic and I saw what I now think was a dead snake in the grass. Pic was between me and the snake and I wasn't taking any chances, so I kind of yanked her out of the way. After I explained to her why I reacted the way I did, she told me it was okay and she has, many times since, assured Cardo and me that she will yank us out of the way if we see any snakes. (Cardo is especially not fond of snakes, so Pic is extra-assuring with him.)

This incident has led to plenty of discussions about snakes. She informed me, on the way back home that day, that, "Sometimes snakes sleep long and sometimes snakes sleep around." That took me a minute to get. I thought she meant sometimes they sleep for a long time and sometimes they, well, you get it. It still makes me smile.

A couple of days ago, again on a walk to the library, Pic was wearing a flower-patterned skirt and a flower-patterned top. She informed me, "I'm the flower girl. The bees are going to pollen my shirt. They'll say, 'What a flower woman!' They don't even know I'm not a woman, I'm a little girl. (I'm not really a little girl.)"

We also had yet another snake discussion. According to Pic, "Kitty would like a snake-pet. He'd say, 'Mmm, a snack! Snake-pet!'"

Yes, our lives are being narrated and pondered at all times. I think this is at least in part because I have been doing this with Pic since she was born. I have been narrating everything. And, I'm constantly asking her questions. People used to look at me like I was crazy as I talked to my tiny babe while we grocery shopped. I figured, hey, she's a person, why wouldn't I talk to her? Now, I barely have to do any of the talking.