Saturday, January 29, 2005

That's My Girl!

On the way home yesterday, my darling daughter announced that if she were president of the United States, she would call up the mayor of our town here in Germany and demand that the boys from her current school class be delivered up to her. And she would have all her girlfriends from the class and her family flown in first class to have a big party together and to help them improve their English. She apparently has a keen grasp of American government—use your position to crush your enemies and lavish your friends with gifts.

Thanks to D.D., I didn't have to inflict the 2 pages of crap I had previously written onto these pages. Count yourselves lucky.

Today she was playing on the Barbie web site, and she did the makeover game (gah!). When she was done, she declared that her character was "Over the line." Which she later clarified--"Over the line of cool." Being cool is very important to 7-year-old little girls, or at least mine, in case you were wondering.

Other D.D. highlights: she had another abortive sleep-over attempt Friday night. We had just got to sleep when the doorbell rang; she had been walked home by her friend's dad. We got her settled in her own bed with no further problems, but I felt like I weighed an extra 50 pounds trying to drag my carcass up and down the stairs after being sound asleep. Today I've been more crabby than usual, even though I got to sleep in.

Right now D.D. is glamming herself up with green foil gift-wrap stuff and a fuscia tube top covered in sequins. I may have been a drag queen in a former life (or so I feel), but D.D. is on her way to being one in this life.

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