Monday, November 24, 2008

"Daddy! I painted my face...

... and now I look just like Moosie!"

This is the email I received on my PDA while sitting in my Transportation Committee meeting. Picture this: I'm up to my eyeballs in the 2030 Transportation Policy Plan briefing and like a FOOL, I open up this email and the attachments.

Needless to say, I guffawed, snorted, cried and otherwise tried to maintain composure while fellow Councilmembers looked over in distain at the distraction. Apologies were uttered and my PDA was passed around for all to enjoy.

Oh it gets better: Remarkable-imagination-child did this, unsupervised, in 7.5 minutes ... with permanent marker. But by gum, she DOES look just like Moosey. Mom, I'm very sorry about the Thanksgiving pictures.



Rewind a few days. Pants and I are cozied up on the couch reading Lost in the Woods. It's a lovely little book about a deer fawn and his woodland friends. Most notable is the chipmunk character who believes the fawn to be lost. Exhibit A: stock chipmunk photo. After the story is over, Pants disappears for oh, about 7.5 minutes and you'll never guess what came out of her room..?

"Mom! I'm a chipmunk!!" What you can't really appreciate in this photo is
  • the fur vest she has on is from Christmas 2 years ago and a tink small.
  • she has my cat ears on from Halloween circa 1994,
  • she has taken masking tape and taped two stripes down her back with toilet paper... yes, Charmin
  • and stuck the cat teaser feather down her pj pants as a tail.

The frightening part? I have no idea where she found many of these items! I mean, do you have cat ears from your past lying about and handy?

I am the unfortunate unimaginative parent of a child with an amazing imagination and a penchant for woodsy creatures! You know me, I don't have an imaginative bone in my body (hence my propensity toward politics). My coworker, Chris, astutely observed that I need another child as this one, clearly, doesn't have enough to keep her busy (point of fact... I think she keeps plenty busy.) But, hey, I can get on board with another child. Someone call my husband.

So parents of creative children... any and all suggestions are appreciated!