Mama Reads

Frankie:  Mama, When will this family die?
Mama: I don’t know. Probably not for a long time
Frankie: Well, Papa is really old so he will probably die faster than us.
Mama: Well, that’s probably true. We’ll probably be a little sad then.
Frankie: Why?
Mama: Because Papa won’t be with us anymore and
Frankie: (interrupts) And we love him and we will miss him
Mama: Yes, and so that will probably make us a little sad
Frankie: (with tears in her voice) and he won’t be able to give me lemon drops anymore
Mama: Right, and
Frankie: (feeling perkier) But his desk will still be here and I can maybe sneak over and get one.

Papa & Frankie -- 94 1/2 & 3 1/2

 

3 AM — Everyone is sleeping in the big bed.

Frankie: Mooommmee
Mama: What Honey?
Frankie: I was sleeping and nobody said Merry Christmas to me!
Mama: Well, everyone else was sleeping too.
pause
Frankie: Mama, say Merry Christmas
Mama: Merry Christmas, Frankie
Frankie: Merry Christmas too, Mama (gives Mama a hug)

(I should clarify: Papa was NOT sleeping in the big bed. And unfortunately this pleasant interlude was followed shortly after by “Moomeee, I’m all wet!” Somehow the pull-up she must wear when sleeping in the big bed failed the night after Mama changed the sheets. Oh well, Merry Christmas Everyone!)

I am sure I’m not the only mama this has happened to….

A quiet evening at home, the night before school picture day…

Frankie:  Mama, Look!  (big smile)

Mama:  AAAAHHHH.  WHAT IS THAT IN YOUR HANDS!

Frankie:  I cut my hair Mama!  (still with the smile)

Mama:  (puts her face in her hands and thinks about crying)

Frankie:  What’s wrong, Mama?

Mama:  Go to your room.

Frankie: (smile now gone and starting to cry) No, I don’t want to go to my room?  Stay!

Mama:  Frankie, we don’t cut our hair, we let the hair cutting lady do it.

Frankie:  But Mama, I want to have short hair! 

She actually didn’t do that bad of a job.  She didn’t hack it all over, only the ends and the sides are almost even.  Perhaps she’s found her calling?

Sitting on the piano bench putting on shoes…..
Frankie: Mama, I’m playing the pwiano to tell you you’re hurting my feet.
Mama: It’s pi-ano
Frankie: Mama, I’m playing this instrument to tell you you’re hurting my feet.

Mama: I wonder if we will see the baby horse today?
Frankie: It’s called a foal, mama.
Mama: Ok. …. Oh, Look! There are 2 foals now! ….. Did you see them?
Frankie: I saw them but my eyes weren’t looking.

“Mama, only Daddy gets Privacy, you don’t. I will keep you company.”

Mama: Wow, look at all that snow Frankie!
Frankie: Sometimes spring changes mama

Frankie: Mama, you have to kiss Bella and that will break the spell so she can talk.

Mama: Ok, , is she talking now?

Frankie: No Mama, she’s just a doll and dolls aren’t real so she can’t talk.

Look Mama! There’s the movies. That’s where you and Daddy go on a playdate!