The Kidling has a terrific imagination. She makes up great stories and we have copious amounts of fun being generally ridiculous. While she occasionally lacks variety — Every song lyric she has ever composed includes the line, “I don’t know what to do.” Given that The Kidling sings an original composition on a near-daily basis, I hear that line an awful lot — her m.o. is funny, thoughtful, silly, outlandish tales.
And I like it.
Because sometimes, I get to hear things like this:
Alice: I’ve been calling myself Alexandra.
The Mama: (slightly surprised) Oh? Where?
Alice: In stories.
The Mama: Stories that you tell yourself?
Alice: Yeah. Stories in my head. Stories [that] I don’t even say them quietly.
The Mama: That’s neat, Alice. Can you tell me about them?
Alice: I don’t want to tell you. I want to keep them to myself.
The Mama: Sure, Sweetie. I understand.
Alice: (tells me anyway) Alexandra is a superhero! And Jack Frost! When Jack Frost came to town, then I wasn’t the favorite superhero any more. I have Jack Frost Power! (throws fist into the air) And Santa power! And sleigh power! And Rudolph power, too!!
It’s a damn good thing The Kidling got all those powers. I might have let them go to my head.