Her mother's daughter...?

Jul 13, 2012 22:25

My aunt, for whom the 'cuda is named, used to describe me as "she's a good kid, she just crabsteps to the beat of a different drummer". Best summarized by the mildly exasperated note I found in a copy of the IQ test I took when I was six: "Asked child to draw a dog. Child insisted on drawing a horse; when I agreed to the horse, she drew a mare and foal and told me a story about them."

All of which is to say that my daughter did me proud in the obliviously-creative department tonight, when her week of Vacation Bible School wrapped up with a little tiny (cute!) praise-song recital. As allll the first-graders were making airplane arms, the child went *twirl* *pause to evaluate coperformers* *twirl twirl twirl!*

Second verse is sung, then back to the chorus and more airplane motions. The music lady is eyeing 'Cuda with a mixture of amusement and dread (no, this is not my constant emotional background, whydoyouask?). 'Cuda evaluates the situation once more and bows to conformity. Sorta.

*OKAY I WILL MAKE AIRPLANE ARMS BUT ALSO TWIRL WHILE I MAKE THEM*

*TWIRL TWIRL TWIRRRRRRRRRRL*

The scary thing is? I joke about sending her to drama classes, but when she gets enough into her role to forget herself and stop mugging for the adults, she's actually really good. Am skeert now. :)
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