Monday, July 16, 2012

Butterfly Girl

     For Munchkin's birthday we had a butterfly birthday party.  I bought a bunch of wings from the dollar store.  They are now in her dress up box and her very favorite. 
     Everyday, by midmorning, she has pulled out two pairs.  One for her and one she insists I wear.  As soon as wings are properly adhered to our bodies she immediatly runs to the armoire where our stereo is kept. 
"Do you want music" I ask extraneously, I know she wants music, this routine is as inevitable as her waking up every morning at 7:30 sharp.  
"Yeah" she exclaims, in her half word half laugh that makes you think she is training to be a supervillian. 
"How do you ask?"  Rubbing her hand on her tummy she signs Please.  
I turn on the stereo.
"What do you say?" She vigorously throws her hand from her mouth signing Thank You.
"You're welcome" I sign and say. 
     Then with no further adieu she begins to twirl waving her arms to the music. 
     After a while the dancing is replaced by other pursuits but the wings remain firmly affixed.  Few melt downs surpass the one that occurs every naptime when wings have to be removed.  And 9 times out of 10 the wings will be found and returned to their proper location, her back, in the afternoon.

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