Earrings

Genevieve got her ears pierced today. When we got there the woman said she was the only one there who could do it so we would have to do them one at a time. I had warned Genevieve that it would hurt, but I've never heard of a four year old getting them done one at a time. I asked her if it would be ok, and she insisted that it would.

In a sudden and strange turn of event she chose pale blue stones for her ears over pink. It gave me hope that she wasn't quite herself this morning (and would handle pain with a little more dignity than is her custom.) She sat very still and quiet and looked very grim while her ears were washed and the dots were marked and remarked till they were even.

Then she did the first one. Genevieve flinched and gasped. No tears, no screams, no insistance that she really only wanted one earring. Same thing other side. She picked a blue sucker to match her earring (we can't be seen eating clashing candy, apparently).

Later Jeremy commented that he's not too surprised. Genevieve's got an extreme stubborn streak and when she decides she wants something, very little will stand in her way.

Scary movies

"Go away, I'm watching a scary preview."
I- "I like scary movies."
"This one is too scary."
I- "I like movies that are too scary!"
G- "Yeah! I like movies that are all-the-way-scary."

Tennessee

Overheard:

Genevieve: "Where am I from..." in squeaky voice for pony.
Imogen: "California?"
Genevieve: "No."
Imogen: "Colorado?"
"No."
"Connecticut?"
"No."
"Delaware?"

Etc.

The other day Imogen came home from school and asked if we could go visit Tennessee. Who wants to go to Tennessee? What's even in Tennessee?

Genevieve's "kids"

So, I walk into the living room the other day and the girls are playing Uno. There are Uno cards scattered around on the floor in messy piles in the middle of a circle of not only Imogen and Genevieve but the three miniature stuffed animals that Genevieve calls her "kids". A little pink pig, a little pink bunny and the "red-head stepchild" of the group, a little gray elephant.

"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Playing Uno," Imogen answers.
"Why do you have so many cards out?"
"Because Genevieve's kids are playing too," Imogen answers.

I watched them go around the circle, playing a card for each stuffed animal. They speak for the animals in squeeky voices replying in their normal voices.

Genevieve sleeps with these animals, reminding me of my little sister who used to sleep with so many stuffed animals, you couldn't see the bed around her and you had a hard time piling them all on so that they wouldn't fall off. At least Genevieve's addiction hasn't reached such a critical stage.