conversation with Gwen
Over lunch, today.
G: What's this song called?
Me: 'Ocean Soul'.
G: What's a soul?
Me: It is the part of you that makes you you and not someone else.
G: I don't want to be me.
Me: Why not? What would you like to change?
G: My face. My face looks funny.
Me: How would you like to change your face? Would you like it to be green?
G: No. I want it to look like yours. I want to look like you.
Me: Do you know, the older you get, the more you look like me? Or rather, the more you like like I did at your age. You know what that means?
G: When I grow up, my face won't look funny. It'll look like yours.
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Very interesting.
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There's a stomach bug (or two) going around school right now (in addition to chicken pox), and I was silly enough to think that having vomited last Saturday morning and then being fine since that she was safe. Alas, we went out to eat last night for Joel's birthday, and our dinner was shortly curtailed by the arrival of more puke -- after which she was immediately better, spritely and sparkly and skipping all the way home. Still, she woke up once in the middle of the night to use the toilet, and when I went in to see if she was okay, she told me, "I don't want to be me any more". Poor kid, at that point, I think she was just trying to say "I don't want to be sick any more", and thus that this conversation and the one above are disjoint. But still interesting.
G: What's this song called?
Me: 'Ocean Soul'.
G: What's a soul?
Me: It is the part of you that makes you you and not someone else.
G: I don't want to be me.
Me: Why not? What would you like to change?
G: My face. My face looks funny.
Me: How would you like to change your face? Would you like it to be green?
G: No. I want it to look like yours. I want to look like you.
Me: Do you know, the older you get, the more you look like me? Or rather, the more you like like I did at your age. You know what that means?
G: When I grow up, my face won't look funny. It'll look like yours.
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Very interesting.
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There's a stomach bug (or two) going around school right now (in addition to chicken pox), and I was silly enough to think that having vomited last Saturday morning and then being fine since that she was safe. Alas, we went out to eat last night for Joel's birthday, and our dinner was shortly curtailed by the arrival of more puke -- after which she was immediately better, spritely and sparkly and skipping all the way home. Still, she woke up once in the middle of the night to use the toilet, and when I went in to see if she was okay, she told me, "I don't want to be me any more". Poor kid, at that point, I think she was just trying to say "I don't want to be sick any more", and thus that this conversation and the one above are disjoint. But still interesting.