As I may have mentioned before, Nicole seems to have a talent for head-cocking and, at times, mercilessly critical descriptions. Here are some things that Nicole has said that I've jotted down over the past several months. I've put them in descending order by date so my favorite can be the last:
10-25-21
Nicole describes her painful brain freeze: "It felt like my brain was about to be split in half."
6-17-21
Nicole: “The only cakes I like are Brazilian cakes. They’re spongy, I like the sponginess. Other cakes are like crackers.” (Not a very good endorsement of other cakes.)
6-5-21
At the track meet in the sun, Nicole:
"It feels like someone lit me on fire and put hot water all over me that is a thousand degrees."
5-20-21
Nicole’s description of what it felt like to put lotion on her broken skin:
"It felt like it was on fire and someone was pinching it over and over again."
What Nicole said about the chocolate milkshake that she didn’t like:
“It kind of tastes like a garden. A garden that has never been watered, or cared for, or loved.”
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At the end of September, we attended the local harvest festival, where Nicole and Allison had way too much fun.
We went to the festival once with Daddy, and returned a few days later with just me and the kids. On our return visit, we discovered the "kids only" section. There was an amazing two story castle with dress-ups and a Cinderella carriage. Nicole and Allie donned adorable dresses and were having such a charming time when they suddenly discovered the world beyond the fence. Staring through the fence, they saw a world that was better than the one they were living in. "How can we get in there?" they asked.
So we left the castle and the princess carriage and the dress-ups and entered the mini village, which read at the entrance, "For 12 years and under."
Nicole and Allie were each whisked away into two entirely different fantasies. Nicole was dressed up like a police woman and kept running around the village in chaos; at one time, she sprinted past me shouting urgently, "A case to solve! A case to solve!" Juveniles were running around all over the place, often in police uniform or fireman attire; there was tons of shouting and crime; arrests were being made left and right. So many events were happening at once, I have no idea what went on there.
Meanwhile, Allison discovered the nursery school, where she acquired a baby in a car seat. She peacefully tended to all her baby's needs, and then ventured out into the village. She moseyed around the village, stopping by the ice cream parlor, pausing to adjust her baby's car seat straps amidst the doughnuts and ice cream all over the floor. She later returned to the nursery to tend to her baby, and managed to gain another baby, who she placed in a car seat. She visited the local schoolhouse, where she sat against the wall listening to the school teacher's lecture--her babies in car seats placed carefully beside her. At one point, she took both babies with her for a ride in the car. Wanting to investigate something, she left the babies alone beside the car briefly. But when she returned a moment later, the babies were gone! One of the ever vigilant teenage workers had whisked the babies away, and was already striding toward the nursery to put them in their rightful place. Allison looked around, wondering. Where could her babies be? As a witness to the crisis, I quickly pointed Allison in the direction of the kidnapper, tipping her off that the nursery would be her best bet. Allison arrived only barely in time. Other children were already clamoring to claim her babies. She competently fought them off with stern words, "That was my baby," and perhaps a bit of gentle force. She soon learned the hazard of governing two babies in a community of 2 to 4-year-olds, as she often had to divert her attention to fend off other children from one baby while she had been busy tending to the other. And, of course, now having her attention on that baby, the other becomes a target. And so on.
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