Lipstick

It was Kyla’s dance recital this weekend. Her studio has fairly detailed hair and make-up requirements (I felt like a creep putting mascara and red lipstick on my 7-year-old). I had sent a few things (including lipstick and eye shadow) with her for one of the volunteers to help her touch up her make-up prior to the show if necessary.

When I went to pick her up backstage after the show, I noticed the red lipstick circle AROUND her lips and the eye shadow that expanded down to her temples. I look at her, smiled and asked if she touched up her own make-up. “Yes! Didn’t I do a great job?”

Dinner Time

As usual, Kyla was refusing to eat dinner. I tried to pull the line my parents had used on me dozens of times about starving people in Africa. Kyla simply responded with "Well it's a good thing I'm not a starving kid in Africa"

The Cell Phone

Kyla asked me today if she could have a cell phone. Apparently a number of her friends at both school and daycare have them. My Dad informed me later that when I was 7 all I wanted was a Light-Brite. Kids have changed.

Like Mother, Like Daughter

This afternoon Cevin dumped his dish of bird seed all over the floor (again). Kyla started to discipline him and I realized she sounded exactly like me.

J-Walking

Tonight we went skating on the outdoor rink at the community center just down the road from us. On the way there (as we were crossing the road) Kyla blurts out “j-walking is ruining the world”. Enough said.

Where do boobs come from?

Kyla takes a jazz / hip-hop class and dances every Saturday. She currently dances at a 2-Star level and today they got to watch some of the older kids dance. “Mom, the 5-star dancers are really good. And some of them have even grown their boobs already!”

Hmm...

“Mom, why can’t 7-year-olds mate?”

Do You Love Me?

Today Kyla wrote me a letter. It said:

Deer mom

threw all the years i have never loved anywone better.
Do you love me?
hehehe hehehehe
I no you love me.

From: Kyla
to: Mom

Bieber Fever

Tonight Kyla had one of her friends come to sleep over. I had to referee a fight between the two of them as to who loved Justin Bieber more. I swear I wasn’t boy crazy until I had at least reached the double digits.

Faking Sick

It was -35 degree’s this morning. Kyla came and crawled into my bed “choo choo”. Sorry Kyla, you’re going to have to learn to fake sick a little better than that if you want to stay home.

Puppies vs Babies

The evening news tonight was doing a piece on the one year anniversary since the Haiti earthquake. A portion of this was a segment on the abandoned babies. Kyla asked why these babies had been abandoned and I tried to explain that their mother’s couldn’t care for them and had left them. This bothered her.

Later at the dinner table she says “I’ve been doing some thinking. Maybe instead of getting a puppy, we should adopt a Haiti baby.”

The Bird Ate My Homework

“Cevin! That’s my spelling homework!”

I entered the room only to discover that the bird had in fact eaten Kyla’s homework. (Okay, only the corner)

The Truth About Cooties

On the way from school today Kyla informed me that a boy from school was in love with her – and that she was in love with him. She told me they intended to get married one day. I tried to explain to her that boys were bad, they had cooties and she should stay far, far away from them. At that point she stopped walking, looked at me and said “Mom, boys do not have cooties, they have a penis”. Okay then…

Little Helper

This morning I came into the kitchen after blow-drying my hair to find Kyla packing both our lunches. She’s a great kid.