Lately Greer has taken to telling me stories that begin with "When I was a baby..." I can only assume this has been brought on by the impending arrival of Sleeping Beauty/Prince Phillip. (Incidentally, I have begun acclimating Greer to the idea that I am pretty sure this baby is a boy, and that she shouldn't be sad if it is. Granted, I will not know for sure till January, but I knew almost immediately with the first two.)
Anyway, today we were driving home from Target, and she began to spin yet another yarn. I love hearing about her exploits from when she was a baby. Apparently she was endowed with baby super-powers, because she performed acts that no infant on earth has ever had the capability to accomplish.
Today, however, took the cake.
"Mom, when I was a baby, I went swimming in our ocean at our beach and I got eaten by a shark."
Really. Apparently Baby Greer had amazing self-restorative powers as well, because I have never seen a single scar from her encounter with Jaws, nor does she display any lingering mental trauma or post-traumatic stress issues.
I wish I could crawl inside her brain for a day and see her as she sees herself. I remember how I saw myself when I was three (yes, I actually do), and I imagine it was pretty similar. And I was a pretty important person in my own mind, let me tell you.
Good thing Greer's pretty important in my mind, too.
5 days ago
3 comments:
I wished we lived close to you so I could have conversations with Greer about her baby self. Because her baby self sounds amazing.
Hope you are surviving your pregnancy and inability to breathe properly. The things we do for children--it's amazing.
Greer is so cute. I wonder if she truly believes the things she says about herself?
Oh, Greer. Stop it. Just stop it. Crappity crap, could she GET any cuter?? Also just so you know when I was six I was born and we all went out for seafood. Maybe we had shark.
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