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unknownfate) wrote2014-01-21 08:27 am
unknownfate) wrote2014-01-21 08:27 am
Proud, and little unnerved.
We were talking princesses in class the other day, as happens with four year olds sometimes. We were at the art center. I was doing the daily observations and the kids were drawing or cutting out or pasting or whatever they felt like.
I said that if I was going to be a princess, I wanted a big cute animal to be my friend, like a gigantic boar to ride on or something. Then, I had to explain what a boar was, how they had big teeth and tough skins and nobody could stop me with my big pig. One of the girls made this for me:
When I asked what animal she wanted, she smiled and showed me this*.
"Spiders," she whispered. "Lots of spiders."
Forget princess. I think this one's going to be queen.
*At least they look friendly.
I said that if I was going to be a princess, I wanted a big cute animal to be my friend, like a gigantic boar to ride on or something. Then, I had to explain what a boar was, how they had big teeth and tough skins and nobody could stop me with my big pig. One of the girls made this for me:
When I asked what animal she wanted, she smiled and showed me this*.
"Spiders," she whispered. "Lots of spiders."
Forget princess. I think this one's going to be queen.
*At least they look friendly.