What Did You Learn In School Today, Rama?

Couple of things, apparently. From Rama:

One, a baby swan is called a signet. 

Two, if you see something yucky, like a kid holding worms in his hands, don't say ewww. Say, Interrrressssting. 

Music

Rama likes fast songs. Reggae. Queen. And classical tunes we can dance ballet to. 

She will ask me to stop, if I'm playing sad songs. Slow songs = sad songs. 

Rama:  Let's turn it off. It's making me sad. It's making me miss Pilipinas.

Forgiven

I don't know how she got the idea that I had made a mistake. But I was a little bit stressed out about the snowstorm and getting around. Coordinating logistics with other adults was a challenge.

Through the storm outside and anxious conversations indoors, Rama was just quietly playing with her princesses. When we had a quiet moment, just ourselves, here's what she had to say.

"Mommy, whatever you did, you're forgiven."

Snow Ba 'Kamo?

Ole To My Little Prudie

Rama and I had a great dinner at a mexican cantina in Kensington Market. She loves tacos. But she had to ask:

Rama: Mommy, why is that woman hubad?
Me: Gusto niya lang.
Rama, incredulous: In a restaurant?!

My Daughter Wants Rectal Floss

Rama: Oh, I got a wedgie.

Proceeds to fix said wedgie.

Rama: Can I just be like Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah?

What she means is this:

Oh My God

Every now and then, laying in bed at night before drifting off to sleep, these questions come. Sometimes, there are answers.

Rama: Did god make everything?
Me: Yes
Rama: What about the land of the giants? Did god make that too?
Me: Yes
Rama: A different god?
Me: Yes
Rama: Tsk. There aren't enough gods. Forever.
Me: What do you mean?
Rama: If this god made this, then who made that god? And that god? And it's forever.
Me: Hmmm.
Rama: I know! There was this one big god. And he made all the other gods.

Snow

I walked Rama to school today. It snowed all night (I think). So this morning, we had to trudge through knee-deep snow. Some parts of our walk were clear and easy; others less so. Basically, it was tiring. Rama was a trooper - would never complain. Except for this:
Rama: Whoa! I'm so tired, I'm getting duling.

An Embarrassment of Riches...NOT

Sunday afternoon was a dance party downtown. In one of the adult clubs that this kids-events' group hijacked and turned into a kids' venue. (They tried). Dark interiors, crowded halls, funny strobes, costumes, loud music - I was too old, the kids were too young, something wasn't working. Anyway, my friend and I ducked out to a nearby Starbucks for some peace and quiet. This starbucks was in a bookstore. It got Rama confused a bit - every Sunday, we meet her dad at a bookstore. So she asked, Is my dad here? I said, No, we're seeing him later. This just looks like the usual place, but it's not. This got Rama talking about her dad. "Whenever I see my Dad, I get a prize. Yes. Because he loves me very much and we have lots of money."

Cringe.