Sylvie has decided to go as Wonder Woman for Halloween this year. I'm delighted by this switch in her allegiance to the Disney princesses. She is now obsessed with superheroes and spends a great deal of time making up new ones. If DC suddenly puts out a comic featuring Bubble Girl, Cookie Girl, or Blood Girl, you'll know they hired Sylvie. Those are just a few memorable ones out of the dozens she's suggested to me over the past few days. Oh, yes, and Princess Girl and Princess Boy, so I guess she hasn't forgotten completely about the princesses.
You think I'm kidding but it's happened before.
Last night, three-year-old Sylvie and her father were having a bit of a disagreement about her dinner. She didn't want what was on offer and was suggesting a list of other items she might deign to eat instead. (I tend to cater to their whims; David thinks they should eat what's been set in front of them.)
David (frustrated): You should've grown up in MY house!
Sylvie (in the same frustrated tone of voice): I AM in your house!
While I worked on this -- I am painting our lower kitchen cabinets in chalkboard paint -- Vivi sat quietly at the dining room table with her watercolours. I heard nothing but the clinky-clanky-swish-swish-swish of her paintbrush being dipped in the mug of water, presumably to clean it between colours, just as I had spent a great deal of time demonstrating to her. And then I got up to check supper in the kitchen.
Oh well, at least it wasn't as bad as this.
(By the way, we bought these personalized invitations from Lisa Kay on Etsy. I love how Sylvie's face appears on the little flower in the corner of the invitation and on a set of stickers we used on the favours and on her thank y0u notes.)