Oh, Snap!
February 12, 2008 · Print This Article
Allison dragged me over to the dream home she had constructed for her Polly Pocket using an empty paper box, a pair of heavy duty scissors, assorted colored pencils, and some seriously stellar eight-year-old ingenuity.
“Momma, look, ” she instructed, flourishing at the box with a red colored pencil she had evidently put to work covering the outside of Polly’s new home with meticulously crafted bricks. “Check it out!”
Mentally tallying how many hours before TGIM tripped over Polly’s dream home one too many times and condemned it to tear down status, I said, “Ooh, uh-huh.” Hey! With motherly pride! Step off me!
“Well?” she asked, her face lit with eagerness and pride in ownership. “What do you think of Polly Pocket’s new briiiiiiiiiick… hooouuuuse?”
I ruffled her hair playfully. “It’s mighty mighty,” I replied, almost without thought. “Now Polly can let it all hang out.”
We stood there, mother and daughter, admiring Polly Pocket’s Dream Home in artistic and Motown solidarity. After a moment we went our separate ways, each of us humming and singing “She’s a briiiiiick… hoooouse…” under our breath and jiving to the beat. What can I say?
That’s just how we roll at the DWM house.
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I will be singing that for the rest of the day.
Shake it down, Shake it down now.
I can only hope that Little Dude goes right to music whenever he talks… I totally would have done this, too, and it is fun trait to have. I hope I have share that with him, thus far…
(Now, thanks for getting that song stuck in my head, and let your daughter know that a Kleenex box is the perfect size to use for a Barbie car. Just a tip from one former creative, doll-lovin’, girl to another…)
Shake it down, shake it down now!
Hee. And thanks for the tip, RC. Alli is PSYCHED.