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2nd Hand Giggles
Posted on Monday, January 19 @ 13:09:19 CST by geekmom |
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At her Little Gym class today, Dee broke in a new instructor... and by "broke in" I mean "broke her mind".
We arrived to discover that she was the only kid in the class. The instructor told Dee that she would be the only kid, to which Dee responded "No, my sister's here, too!" The instructor starts looking around, and before I can recover from the facepalm, Dee declares, "You can't see her. She's invisible!" I use the facepalm to try to stifle the giggles as the instructor catches on, and the owner chortles behind the desk. We've been going there for over a year, so the owner is quite familiar with Dee's creative weirdness.
The instructor decides to plow ahead with it. "Oh, okay. What's your sister's name?"
Dee grins. "I don't know. I haven't decided!" She thinks a bit while the adults have a good giggle. "I know! Her name's Aelita!
That established, the instructor, Dee and Aelita go into the gym for class. I, in my yearly ritual, attempt to go to the bank on Martin Luther King Day, and as usual, discover my error standing in front of the (closed) bank doors. I've done this every year that I can remember (with the occasional substitution of the post office for the bank) ... apparently, I just have a blind spot.
When I get back, I chitchat with the owner, and then sit and read until the class is over. At the end, the instructor comes out while another teacher goes in to do the closing. We discussed Dee's attention span (minimal) and creativity (off-scale), and the instructor relayed an event another instructor, T, had told her about:
It was a pirate theme, so they were running around for a bit; and when it was time to stop, T asked the kids to "drop their anchor". Dee, however, just stood there with an odd expression.
T: Dee, what's wrong?
D: It won't work. My anchor only understands Spanish.
T: O-kay.Can you tell your anchor to drop in Spanish, then?
D: Of course not, silly. I don't speak Spanish!
At this point in the story, I'm leaning on the counter giggling helplessly. She said T tried using gibberish instead of Spanish, but Dee kept calling him on it.
This, in a nutshell, is how my weeks go. I have at least three rounds of either surreal performance art or non-sequiter theater each and every week. I'd probably have more, but she has school and Little Gym teachers' minds to play with too.
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