and she’s she there, everywhere, all the time. the words coming out of her mouth, half formed, not lazy exactly, just too new, struggling. she used to spend a lot of time pointing, one delicate finger shot out in a direction that should have been obvious.
most of the time i think i frustrate her because it should be all so suddenly obvious when it isn’t.
but now words and make believe. she’s into the fairy tale princesses now. i alternate being the Duke from Cinderella, the Huntsman from Snow White and, even Snow White herself. and she plays the witch, or the prince, or as expected Cinderella.
and lately, weddings. she’s married my wife at least seven times a day, and me another handful. she never officiates, but she’ll hold the rabbit figurine that acts as the priest. she likes setting up the stage and then watching, correcting us when we go wrong, but doesn’t mind if ad-lib the scene. as long as it works apparently.
so she’s either going to be a director of some sorts, or just one very bossy individual.