My head is spinning. Like a whirlpool, it never ends…
No, I didn’t just twirl around and around in circles, or get
off a killer rollercoaster.
It’s my daughter. She’s a whirlwind. She talks about 286 different
topics in a matter of minutes, and it is SO hard to keep up with her.
Here’s a transcription of a few minutes of “conversation” we
had yesterday, on our way home from daycare. I put conversation in quotation marks
because truly it is just Emmy talking, with me TRYING (in vain) to interject.
EM: OHHHH! There’s a clock, MAMA!
ME: Yes, there..
EM (interrupting): It’s RAINING outside!
(without skipping a beat) I don’t want to get poop in my eye.
ME: You don’t want
EM (interrupting): Do you have a lollipop, Mama?
ME: Yes, I do, but why did you say
EM (interrupting): I’m a dancing dancing princess.
Look out the window. Do you see something scary?
The trees are SCARY! BAAAAAAAAAAH!
ME: The trees aren’t scary
EM (interrupting): I am going to say MEOW MEOW.
The trees are going to say MEOW MEOW.
ME: How was your day at school Em? What did you do today?
EM: I do did puzzles. And I said I want a bandaid, too. Is
Dada here?
ME: No, Em, Dada
EM (interrupting, talking to her Mickey Mouse doll): Mickey,
I got you.
ALAZAM! ALAZAM! ALAZAM! (this is Em’s way of saying “Alacazam!”
which is her way of magically making the car windows go up and down)
Those cars don’t have an accident.
Mickey, Mickey, YES YES!
ME: Did you do anyt
EM (interrupting): I love food but I DON’T like hot
chocolate. I DOOOOO like hot chocolate.
After that I just gave up on asking questions, and listened
to Emmy talk TO her Mickey Mouse doll, and FOR her Mickey Mouse doll. Which is
all for the best, because it seems Mickey can keep up with my daughter’s train
of thought much better than I can.
