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.