She's No Dragonfly

"Mumma, I want my tinkerbell pen".

"Mumma, I want my tinkerbell pen".

"Mumma, I want my tinkerbell pen".

After a few moments I found and handed custody of the tinkerbell pen to little Miss Haana.

A few seconds later: "Mumma, look her wings move!"

"Her wings move!"

I turn around to look, "Oh ya! They do! Let me take a look."

Little girl handed Miss Tinkerbell to me. 

I looked at the shapely long green wings on Tinkerbell's back. I squeezed my finger in between the wings and wiggled it to make the wings move slightly. But instead- crack!

The right wing broke with a crack!

"Oh no!!!!" I screamed with foreboding! What had I done! 

Little in-control Miss Haana told me- "It's ok Mumma! It wasn't your fault!"

I looked at her and whispered, "But it was my fault, Gugu!"

"It's okay Mumma, we'll fix it with tape. It's alright. Don't worry okay? Don't. Worry."

Then after a pause she added, "She didn't want to be a dragonfly, anyway!"

We giggled!

Miss Nylie

Miss Haana's assistant teacher at the Montessori is very popular at our house. She's her favorite! Every evening I am told what Miss Nylie said or did or didn't say or didn't do. When I don't do what I'm expected to do, the little girl gives me an exasperated look, knits her eyebrows, shakes her head, puts her hands on her waist and says "So sad!"- just like Miss Nylie! Usually when I pick the little girl up from school on Fridays she asks me if Miss Nylie can come to our house on Saturday! 

So far I've mostly found these things cute and adorable. Till yesterday little Miss Haana was telling her daddy this:

Daddy, I want you to be my daddy and Miss Nylie to be my Mumma!!!

:-O

My mouth opened to a big "O"! She giggled like it was a shared, delicious, naughty little secret that had gotten out .

Naughty it was! And I wasn't about to let the opportunity go by.

I lamented at how hurt I am that Gugu  said this and how sad I am! She came to me, kissed me, touched my cheeks and told me -"I was just kidding, ok?", and giggled. I said, "No, not ok! Gugu doesn't want me to be the Mumma! I'm so hurt!". This time she came to me, more kisses on my cheeks, more caresses, and she said, "No, no! I want you to be my Mumma, ok? I was only kidding! Ok?". I purr with "Aww, my sweet baby!".

At this time I felt like it was working out for me afterall.. Such deep hugs and kisses for me are usually only afforded when my little baby is asleep! 

I secretly make plans on using this premise for extracting more hugs and kisses at a later time! Devious? Desperate times call for desperate measures!