Sammie picks up a book and sits down on the couch, criss cross apple sauce (politically correct for Indian style).
"Otay mommy, I the teatder," she says. "You're the tid. It's soycle time." Okay mommy, I'm the teacher, you're the kid. It's circle time.
I take my spot on the couch next to her and sit, criss cross apple sauce, very attentively. She opens the book, Muff and Ruff, and starts to "read" it. It's a bit unclear where the story is going as she is just talking as she turns the pages. I try to be helpful by pointing at Muff and telling her that he's chasing a cat.
Sammie closes the book and looks at me sideways, raises her eyebrows and asks, "do you need to weave my soycle time?" Wh-wh-what? I start to laugh, I'm incredulous. I'm pretty sure she's just asked me to leave circle time for talking.
"Hmm?" she repeats, "do you?" No smile, all business.
"No" I respond with as straight a face as I can muster. "I'm good. I'll be quiet."
"Talk mommy, talk," she insists as she leans in towards me, nodding.
"Why, I thought you didn't want me to talk?" I'm getting confused.
"TALK!" she barks at me.
"Okay. Umm, teacher, look at Muff. He's now in his dog house." I mutter out, obeying her order to talk.
"Otay tid, you need to leave my soycle time."
