Friday, August 10, 2007

Don't Hire Laura Ingalls As Your Financial Planner

Today we read a chapter of "Little House on the Prairie" in which Laura and Mary each receive a shiny new penny at the bottom of their Christmas stockings. After reading about their frenzy of ecstasy over this gift, I asked Nutmeg if she would be happy to receive a penny for Christmas.

"Yes," she said, grinning. "Then I could buy anything I wanted."

Early this evening, we were at a little party at our local swimming pool. Someone had thrown some pennies into the pool, and Nutmeg spotted one. After many determined and extremely amusing attempts to bob down there for it without getting water in her eyes, she brought it up. She was thrilled to death as I tucked it away for her in my bag.

Wait till the poor kid learns about inflation.

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Then, on the way home, we stop at CVS for milk. Nutmeg made one of her now frequent word jokes: "SEE-VEE-ESCALATOR!"

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Just before lights out, she came up with a musical act that will surely be featured in the next Blue Man Group tour. She stretched a thick rubber band over her two big toes, plucked it with her fingers, and sang:

"I love you every day,
I love Daddy every night,
I love you and Daddy all the time."
(awww)

"The beautiful toilet,
blah, blah..."

I can't remember any more of her song, of course. All I could hear is my bubble bursting when I realized that her soulful and enduring love for Daddy and me was matched only by the beauty of the toilet.

And the toilets in this house are not all that nice.

4 comments:

Notta Wallflower said...

Ha, ha, ha - I love it! I'm amazed at Nut's skills. It's hard to believe she's so young - even kids twice her age sometimes are not as verbal as she is. The song is priceless. :-)

Kori said...

Friggin' hilarious. I love the Nut.

As for the shiny penny in the story I have my own childhood parallel, that may bring back some memories of your own. Did you read the Boxcar children series? If I remember correctly, these books are about orphaned children who live in an abandoned boxcar down by the river. Glamorous conditions, to be sure. But I remember that, as I kid, nothing sounded better to me than living next to an icy cold river where I could keep my milk chilled, just like the boxcar children, so that I could have icy-cold, river-chilled milk whenever I liked. Even now that sounds refreshing.

I bet I could buy a class of that milk with a shiny penny.

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tessence said...

Kori -- I did read the Boxcar Children and that milk thing kind of rings a bell. There is something about those orphan stories. I think I will get those too when Nutmeg's older.

Notta -- It's good to hear that Nutmeg measures up well.