Smartypants and I are currently reading a big girl book (i.e. a novel, with few pictures) for the first time. I'll write more about this in a later post. But one of the book's central storylines involves a tiny mouse who falls in love with a human princess. Now, Smartypants finds this notion of love fascinating, and when she gets a new idea in her head it quickly becomes an obsession.
Thus, her Barbie dolls are suddenly falling in love with each other. As are her stuffed animals. I could be mistaken, but I think My Little Pony is in love with a frog named Coppernicus.
Yesterday she took things one step further. She was in the bathroom, supposedly going potty before school, when she laughed uproariously. "Daddy, come here. Come here!"
I ran to see if she was okay. "What's wrong?" I asked.
She continued laughing. Her hands were wet. She stood near the sink. "What's wrong?" I asked again.
My darling daughter looked up at me, grinning, and said:
"The blue soap fell in love with the Dora toothpaste."
"Wonderful. I'm so happy for them."
And I returned to my lunch.
