The Dada and I have always known The Kidling was something else. You might have gathered that from the stories contained here on the book of alice. Once in a while, she surprises even us. It happened again the other night.
After an evening meal during which Alice was surprisingly well-behaved, The Family took an after-dinner stroll to the ice cream parlor. There just happens to be one part-way down a nearby trail. Which is awesome.
I shall pretend that ice cream is not implicated in The Mama’s recent packing on of more pounds than I care to confess. Nope. Ice cream is innocent! Innocent, I tell you!
Where was I… oh yes, the ice cream parlor. We each ordered our tasty treats then sat down to enjoy them. While Alice was
furiously licking but still not keeping up with the melt-rate of eating her ice cream cone, she noted that the workers at this particular establishment were all young. “Why are they kids?” she asked. We explained that big kids like to have jobs to save for college, and buy things for themselves such as books, trips, cars, and—
Oh boy, those wheels started turning. As soon as we mentioned a car, The Kidling became animated:
“When I get a car, I want it to be a van! And you can go potty in it because there’s a toilet! With a shower that sprays on the toilet! And you can sleep in it because there’s a bed!”
Yes, at the tender age of four The Kidling is dreaming of her first van. This van, in particular.
Alice Munchkin Kidling is, in fact, peerless.