On our flight back home, I leave Anjali in her seat eating her snack while I take Nik to the toilet. When we return, I see the flight attendant standing at our seats, talking to Anjali. As I take my seat, the attendant asks me softly, with a smile, “What is your daughter’s name?”
I tell her.
Then she tells me that she had the following conversation with Anjali:
FA: “You are such a pretty girl!”
Anjali: “Thank you.”
FA: “How old are you?”
FA: “What’s your name?”
Anjali: “I won’t tell you.”
Then the FA told me, “You trained her well!”
She should have see her at the airport.
At O’Hare, waiting to pay for lunch, and Anjali strikes up a conversation with a businessman in line behind us. He comments on her pretty dress, she shows him her nail polish, he enthuses over her nails, she preens, and twirls.
I pay, get the food, and take the kids over to our gate to wait for boarding. As I pass out slices of pizza, Anjali says, “He’s a nice man. He yiked my nail polish!”
me: “But he was a stranger. What are our rules about strangers?”
Anjali, extremely offended: “But he was WHITE! And he didn’t have a MEAN HOUSE!”
Me: “Anjali! I did not know that man. If I don’t know him, he is a STRANGER!”
Anjali, furious: “BUT HE WAS WHITE!”
Oh. My. God.
Me: “Anjali. He can be white. black. blue. yellow. green. I did not know him. So. He. is. a. Stranger.”
And turns away from me. And eats her pizza.
And I look up to see a black man across the aisle, and a white lady behind Anjali, both looking at me, both smiling, both giving me approving nods.
She definitely needs some more instruction in stranger-danger!
We were visiting my sister in Virginia and on day 4 of the trip, my patience was running very thin. Nik was at the kitchen table, making odd noises and I lost it and said: “NIK! Can you please stop making those noises…can you please act normal?!”
Nik: “What’s normal?”
then, “I don’t want to be normal. I don’t like normal.”
Boy…he told me!
Nik: 1, mom: 0.
We are running through the list of things the kids want to put in their backpacks to take on our trip.
Nik: “My little transformer book, my bumblebee, ALL my Star Wars Clone Wars people…”
Anjali: “Dwawing paypuh, mahkers, gum. Can I take gum?”
Me: “Sure! What movies do you want to watch on the plane?”
Nik: “Transformers! And Star Wars!”
Anjali: “Cinduhwewwa, Sweeping Beudy…”
Nik: “Cinderella. Yeah, Cinderella. And ALL the Harry Potter movies. And the one with the dragons. And Jackson’s game?”
Me: “Yes, you can take Jackson’s game [a Nintendo ds loaner from a friend]”
It gets quiet in the back of the car, then,
Anjali: “Mommy, can you take a bwanket for me in case I get tiy-uhd? Coz I might get tiy-uhd on the pwane and then I need a bwanket.”
How does she even know these things…the forethought, the planning…an old soul in a little body.
Anjali is getting so excited about our upcoming trip. Giggling excitedly, she asks: “Are we going to sit INSIDE the aiwopwane?”
Anjali: “How are we going to get IN there?”
Me: “We’ll just walk right in and sit down in our seats.”
Anjali: “Where do the aiwopwanes LIVE?”
Me: “In the airport.”
Anjali: “How are we going to GET there?”
Me: “Daddy is going to drive us there in our car, and then he’ll drop us off at the airport. Then we go in and find our airplane.”
Anjali, giggling again: “And then we will fly UP and UP and UP!”
Me, feeling like I’ve deprived my child of the joy of flying: “Yes honey, and then when we look out the windows, we’ll see clouds.”
And then her little mind is completely blown.
Anjali, out of the blue: “Amber didn’t give me rice last night for dinner, mom!”
me: “Did you ask her for the rice?”
Anjali: “No…? But I wanted rice.”
me: “Well, she can’t read your mind, so if you wanted rice, you should have asked her for it.”
Anjali: “I AST HER! Her couldn’t find it!”
me: “I showed you where it was in the fridge, did you show it to her?”
Anjali: “No…? But her couldn’t find it.”
me, exhausted: “Okay, Anju, what did Amber give you for dinner then?”
me: “Oh. Did you eat it?”
Anjali: “Well…? I didn’t choose hambuhguh… Amber said that was my choice…but my choice is rice, so I choose to not eat.”