Dorothy was describing a story to me that I did not recognize. After a while, I started asking her questions: was it a book? a movie? was the character a little girl?
"No!" Dorothy said, "she was not a little girl. She was just like you." "A grown-up woman?" I asked. "Yes, and she looked just like you." [pause] "And she was a fairy."
Dorothy's interest in reading is high, which has led her to some interesting discoveries. "It's Kool-Laid, but this package says Kool-Aid."
Dorothy really, really wants to know how babies are made. Our most recent conversation boiled down to her asking, "But what is it exactly? You have to tell me."
Back in October at Dorothy's school conference, her teacher mentioned that they were working on coloring pages fully. I noticed that Dorothy's coloring has improved, and I complimented her. She said, "Yeah, Ms. Cail says that everything is not a race."
I picked Willa up from school. Her first words were, "I have good news! My tooth is really loose. My mama wiggled it and it hurt a lot and then it started bleeding." "I thought you said you had good news," Dorothy replied.
Dorothy has a few scrapes and we have an overflow of character band-aids. She approached Brian and me several times, asking if we had boo-boos. Later we figured out that she was opening band-aids and if they weren't cute enough, she was pawning them off on us!
Brian's package of prescription flu pills were on the counter. "These are pretty," Dorothy said. I took the opportunity to talk about how pills look pretty like candy, but are dangerous. After my spiel, Dorothy reflected, "I know not to eat anything with words on it, unless it's conversation hearts, and not to eat anything that's two colors, one color on each half, unless it's sour gummy worms."