is part of MP’s baby doll crib. Part of the mobile that connects to MP’s baby doll crib, to be exact. A girly thing.
Last night, MP emerged from her room, walked to the bathroom, and brandishing the pink plastic mobile part with both hands, looked at herself in the mirror.
“All right, let’s see what this baby can do.” Snarly face. Machine gun sound.
Um, WHAT? (Trust me, it wasn’t easy to keep a straight face.)
“We don’t play guns, MP.”
“I’m not,” she says, still pointing her Tommy Gun at her reflection.
“Yes you are.”
And then, like the Master of Misdirection she is, MP began sawing the countertop.
“I was playing SAWS. This is a SAW. See?”
Okay, I know it’s more of a boy thing, and might sound a bit out of character for a four-year-old girl, but I gotta admit … I’m not really all that surprised.
This is the child who, earlier this week, as we were rushing into preschool purposefully spilled her lemonade from its sippy cup, leaving a yellow trail in the snow. Laughing to herself, and clearly VERY pleased with her effort, she noted that people were going to think it was pee.
My daughter is Beavis.