With her sisters away at school during the day Jane and I have spent a lot of time chatting together.
And by chatting I mean she talks all day and I try to keep up.
As I picked up a requested item off the floor for her:
Me: “No problem girl.”
Jane: “Call me hair salon girl.”
Me: “Alright. No problem hair salon girl.”
A random question she sought me out to ask.
Jane: “Mom? Will you get bigger and bigger until you break this whole house?”
Me: “Will I get that big? No. I’m not getting any bigger.”
Jane: “Will I get bigger and bigger until I break this whole house?”
Me: “No, you won’t get that big either.”
Jane: “Will Dad?”
Me: “No, nobody will get that big.”
And then she disappeared back the way she came. I also feel compelled to tell you that I’ve not gotten bigger in any way, shape or form recently.
Jane: “Mom I’m havin’ feelin’s.”
Me: “What kind of feelin’s”
Jane: “Elsa feelin’s”
Me: “What are those?”
Jane: “The kind that make you feel bad.”
I tried to find out what was up but she just swirled away in her Elsa dress. I feel fairly confident she was havin’ feelin’s of a pretend nature .
This was a long drawn out and dramatic story with a surprise ending.
“Mom. I was really getting frustrated… with my feelings with dad…. because when I was gettin’ smaller and smaller… I wasn’t fitting into my lady bug pajamas.”
And finally near the end of a very long story that I, admittedly, was paying no attention whatsoever to:
Jane: “…we married and kissed- but don’t freak out!”