Claire wants the most bizarre details when I tell her a story. I understand the want for details; I'm always asking Nick for mundane details when he gets off the phone with someone, or he gets back from an engagement that interests me, or just a regular old work day. It's probably why I also love to read other peoples (strangers) blogs.
Last night I was making up a story for her. I am... not good at making up stories. Here's how this story went:
"Once there were two little girls, Claire and Amelia. They were sisters." She didn't like this.
"I don't want a story about me and Amelia!"
"Okay, two little girls, Margo and Betsy. They wanted to go outside and play, so they asked their Mama if they could."
"What color is the Mama's hair? And her hands?"
After answering the questions and fumbling around some more to add to the admittedly boring story, I mentioned the girls were riding their bike. Claire let me get about two seconds into that foray of the story before stopping me. "What color are their helmets?"
I love her curiosity and attention to details. It just cracks me up. What must be going on in that sweet, smart little head of hers?
Another funny example was this morning when I presented her with a new yogurt. I typically buy a huge container of plain yogurt and sweeten it myself with some jam. In a pinch, or when I'm feeling lazy, I buy the kind that's merchandised for the kiddos. She was instantly enthralled with this new yogurt. I think she especially loves things that are her size.
I opened the fridge to decide what to give her for breakfast, and she instantly spotted the small containers. "What's that orange container?" (Yes, she called it a container. Her vocabulary is so awesome. End brag.)
"That's some yogurt, would you like it?"
"Yes, please. What color is the top?"
"The top is pink." It was pink with white polka dots. I showed her the top, but only said it was pink.
"Oh. (Long Pause. Serious face. She was thinking.) And what flavor is in the orange container with pink top with white polka dots?"
I don't know what it was about this exchange, but my heart was just beaming with motherly love for this funny, strange, curious, lovely little kiddo. She's just so uniquely herself, and I love her little questions about the most random of details. She really pays attention to things and let me tell you... you can't get ANYTHING past her.