Mama, look at me! I’ve got long hair, parading herself in front of me, wearing her towel on her head. I asked her if she wanted her photo taken, and she stood in front of me, as serious as she can get, with only the slightest hint of mischief in her eyes. The usual. I could only gaze at her and wonder how she can be so much like me, yet so much better.
This morning, when I ran my errands while she was at her play school, I chanced on a store that sold this plastic crown. Promptly, I took it to the cashier with me. When I showed it to her the minute she walked in the door, she exclaimed, “Oh wow, a crown! It’s mine! Oh my gaaahd!” and I had to laugh. I did not teach her to say “Oh my god” after all, and in that manner too. I get asked often enough where she gets her accent, and I should be excused when I shake my head in ignorance.