Because it's been far, far too long without an update on her hilarity, hmm? She never stops being awesome, of course, but I suppose that the way her body and brain grow in different little fits and bursts does result in some slight lulls in the Eva-isms. Just kidding, it's probably just me not paying attention all the time.
Several of our discussions have been about the presidency. Having the Washington Monument just a few miles from our house and so regularly visible, and being season pass holders to Mount Vernon, we've certainly discussed George Washington a bit. And then because she was starting to grasp that, I tried to teach her the name of our current president (mostly for the reasons that you bundle your kid up in coats even when they don't really need them but when everyone else is doing it: so you're not shamed in public.). Because when I started teaching her presidents' names I felt a strong urge to also teach her about Congress and the Supreme Court, and quite frankly that just sounds exhausting and I don't just want to say "he's kind of like a king", even if it may be true to an increasing extent.
But I digress. So she knows about George Washington and Barack Obama. So of course she started referring to President Obama as "the second President!". And, due to a little word confusion, she's been known to refer to George Washington as "the first prisoner!!"
One morning recently at some hour before 6 am she came flouncing into my room and queried, "Can we go to Washington D.C. today?? The little house with the little animals was so fun." (Those things are actually in the museum at Mount Vernon.)
Occasionally I'll have to disavow her of some dearly held notion because she's gotten confused (see above references to the second president and the first prisoner) and sometimes that's how I explain it: you got confused, honey. So one day she asked, "Mommy, what do YOU get confused about?" It was one of those special 4-year-old questions that I find quite...confusing...so I answered, "Um...I don't know." She looked at me knowingly and asserted: "Daddy knows."
Warning: this one is not funny and I nearly cried. We've been discussing our upcoming move, mainly because she's starting to learn French. (We're supposedly moving to Belgium some time this year, btw. Neither orders nor RFO are in hand, however.) So she knows we're moving to another country. One day out of the blue she asked, "After we move, are my Gammi an' Pawpaw an' my Gramma an' Grampa still gonna be MY Gammi an' Pawpaw an' Gramma an' Grampa?"
And because we're grouping all the heart-tuggers together: "I still love you, even if you're frustrated at me."
Mom's Choice Award: One night we were having soup and she would not touch the solid bits, only the broth: because it was "beautifuller, golden." As she gazed into its shimmering depths and brandished her spoon she spoke to it, and it spoke back: "OK, who's next? Meee! In the deep end!"
While engaging in some kind of silliness: "SO MUCH LAUGHNESS!!!"
A little while back she got into the idea of numbers and measurements. Immediately after Christmas she started asking how long until her birthday (yeeaahhh....) I actually kind of counted up the days and told her, and she started re-asking every day. She is fixated on the idea of 11 being the ultimate, highest number. So when I told her "more than 200" days til her birthday, she crowed, "200 days is 11!!"
Asking about some animal's speed: "Is he four feet fast? Ten feet fast??"
Talking about music: "Mommy this is 11 FEET loud!"
"I wish I was a bird and I could stay underwater. But if I was in a bird movie I would talk."
Reflecting on her past (she and Oz share a room in this house): "When I was free an' Oliver wasn' in my room I was SO alone an' I was SO afraid of the dark."
Out of the blue: "Mommy when people are alive it's more fun to have a tongue. It helps me swallow my food in my mouth." Well, I can't say no to any of that.
After learning that a piece of chicken was called a drumstick: "A DRUMSTICK?! I will bang the table like a serious man!!"
"The mailman came!" Goes to pick up the junk mail and sort it. "Oh, that's interesting."
Those bangs? Currently getting grown out. She wants "to look like old Eva."
At 3 am, from the midst of our bed: "Do you renember the movie called Dinosaur Train?"
At the Paterfamilias: "Your ears are so fuzzy!! I can feel the fuzz!"
Seeing the columns outside the National Gallery of Art: "I like those sticks!"
Having recently been corrected: "Netflix. Not Nutflix. Because it's on the In-ter-net."
Searching for some toy: "What in da hey in da world where is it?
She still narrates her life, but now it's more like dispatches from Neverland. Things like, as she chooses a marker: "She picked out a color called cotton candy." Or, just going about her business: "It was a wintry day..." They then trail off into mumbling so I can't hear, but oh. The story does go on.
In the pool locker room shower: "This is the warmest water I never ever saw but this is the first time I saw it! ...gotta get my armpit... [spots me snorting] What are you laughing at, silly billy?"