“Now, remember, what do you say when someone gives you candy?” I quizzed Kiera.
It was Monday, Halloween night and we were headed to do a little trick-or-treating. I was prepping the six-year-old on remembering her manners. She is very polite, but I wanted to remind her since there would be so much going on around her.
She was dressed as a beautiful Monarch butterfly. I had added the appropriate amount of glitter to her hair and outfit before we headed out. I know it was the appropriate amount of glitter because Aaron said, “Stop. That’s enough.”
So, I did what any good wife would do… I added a touch more glitter and called it good. He really does love me, though I am sure I try his patience sometimes.
Anyways, back to my original question to Kiera. “What do you say when someone gives you candy?” I asked.
“I say thank you,” Kiera replied as she adjusted her wings. I nodded and opened my mouth to praise her, but she wasn’t finished. “I say thank you and then since I am a princess butterfly, I will curtsy.” She picked the edge of her skirt up and proceeded to curtsy.Silly me. I don’t know why I thought she was just a regular butterfly. Obviously, I should have realized she was a princess butterfly.
I smiled as she stood up from her curtsy and agreed that was a good response to give.
The other night, she was preparing one of her babies to take with her to a party. Kiera sat in the floor dressing her baby as I fixed her hair.
“Look, honey,” she said in her sweetest voice to her baby. “I know you want to look beautiful for the baby shower.”
She paused, I’m assuming so her baby could reply.
“I promise. You will look fabulous,” she continued as she pulled on a black skirt over her baby’s legs.
“Look at this shirt I picked for you.” She held up a shirt for her baby’s approval.
This went on for another 15 minutes until her baby was “fashionable” and Kiera’s purse was packed with appropriate spare baby clothes… just in case her baby “pees.”
I love these little girly girl moments. A lot of times, they leave me shaking my head, just imagining what the future holds, but they always leave me with a smile on my face.
My favorite moment this week though had to be from Sunday night. We were over at my in-laws for a birthday dinner. There were a couple of other kids to play with but they were boys. Kiera was fine playing with them for a while. It was when they started to toss her stuffed animal around that she had enough.
She took her stuffed animal baby and played by herself for a little while. At one point, she came over to ask if I could play with her.
“Baby, I can’t play at the moment. I’m having to help Daddy fix the food,” I hugged her as I explained. “But look, what if you go play with Adam?” I said pointing out one of the younger boys.
She turned to me and tossed her hands in the air before she exclaimed loudly, “I want to play family! He will just run away and be a Power Ranger! I don’t want my kids to run away and be Power Rangers!”
I tried not to giggle as I squeezed her close to me and convinced her to help me. My poor, little princess.
