The Game is Afoot

This is more entertaining than a video game. And I usually lose.

Watercolor day

I affectionately call CC the crumble queen. When she talks, she is pretty quiet, if you ask her to repeat it, she backs off even more and mumbles even more quietly. Also, if you try to back her into the proverbial corner, she crumbles, cries and whines, falls into a heap on the floor. 'Crumbling' is the soggy breaking down of a small child into a whining, illogical weepy mass. CC is the Crumble Queen. You can melt her with a look. She won't always be this way, I see a spine growing in there somewhere.

Every so often CC will say something that doesn't make sense. She gets embarrassed when she says it but I want to understand, so I push, herein lies the challenge. If I can figure out what she is saying without alarming her to the fact that I don't understand, we both win and can rejoice together!

CC with her hair straightened for the first time

CC is sitting in the dining room sipping from a mug. She looks up and says, "Mom, what did you 'enterprenate'?" I freeze, my breathing becomes shallow, I put on my best poker face. The game is on. I can't show her I don't know that word. My mind begins to race, how can I get her to use it in a sentence, so I can figure out what she really means? Casually, "What makes you think I enterprenated?" No response. Okay, try again. "CC, do you like to enterprenate?" A mumble. "What did you say?" I ask. Another mumble, then a sassy little voice squeaks out from the mug she is holding, "Mom, I don't know what you are talking about." Small brown eyes are blinking out at me at me above the rim of the cup. Well, I guess I am the idiot, I lost that round. Score: CC-1 Mom- 0.