Coffee Table - Painted Cocktail Tables.
mermaid. and lots of new lila's lines ;)
Me: Milk or cocoa?
Lila: I had two ice creams today! One from nanny, one from uncle Chris.
Me: Lucky you!
Lila (excitedly): Why, are you going to buy me a third one?
Lila: Can I borrow your make up bag for a minute?
Me: Forget it.
Lila: Mommy… Please. Lipgloss only. Just a tiny bit of lipgloss.
Me: Ohhh… All right.
(I get busy with something else. When I look at her again, her lips look like the ones of that Angelina Jolie's psycho-fan. Charcoal eyeshadow smudged around
her eyes doesn't help, either).
Me: Hey, I thought we had a deal!
Lila: We did… But I made an extra deal with myself. On eyeshadow.
Me: What’s there in your bag?
Lila (innocently): Oh… Stuff.
Me: What stuff?
Lila: Things I need.
Me (intrigued): Show me!
Lila (nonchalantly adjusting the strap) : I told you: stuff I need.
Me: I’d like to…
(She had already left).
Me: Do you want to go shopping with me?
Lila: Yes, I do! But we better buy some candy… or the kid will get all grumpy.
Me: What kid?
Lila (poking her chest): This one.
Clothes shop. Lila sort of throws herself at one of the mannequins which is dressed in boy’s clothes.
Shop assistant: Ohh, how cute! What a hug! Do you think the boy is cold?
Lila (clearly embarassed with the cooing): Umm, yes. Yes I do.
After we leave, there’s this mysterious half smile on her face.
Me: What was it all about? Why did you hug that mannequin?
Lila: His outfit was so cool. I imagined he was my boyfriend.
Kamil teaches Lila how to ride a bike.
Lila: Hold me, daddy, don’t let go. I don’t want to part with my little life just yet.
Me (no anger management classes in my town): THAT IS ABSOLUTELY IT FOR ME NOW!
Lila (phlegmatically): Mommy… Don’t yell at me.
Me: YOU SIMPLY DO NOT GET IT UNLESS I YELL!
Lila: Say: „Be good, my darling girl. If you are good, I’ll buy you an ice cream”. Then I’ll get it for sure.
Me (opening the letterbox): Look! DVDs from Mickey Mouse.
Me: He must be crazy about you. He’s one lucky mouse to have you in his club.
Lila (curiously): Is he, like, a real mouse? Or just a guy who likes dressing like a mouse?
I hope he doesn’t REALLY like it.)
Lila (getting into the car): Mom?
Lila: Why do birds always poo on the roof of your car?
(Pessimistic approach: It’s so unfair. My life is so pathetically UNfabulous.
Optimistic approach: Thank God I don’t drive a convertable
Lila finishes brushing her teeth and grins at me.
Me: Great job. Your teeth are as white
Lila (muttering to herself as she leaves): …on which hundreds of dogs pee every day.
Hania and I collect Lila from the nanny’s. Both girls hop into the car.
Hania: There’s a surprise waiting for you at home!
Lila (excitedly): Wow! Will I have to do the ‘close your eyes’ thing before I get it?
Hania: Naah, you won’t have to.
Lila: Whew! I HATE closing my eyes before getting a present. Close your eyes, close your eyes…blah blah blah... Hate it… My parents always make me do it.
One flabbergasted, clueless parent (moi) grips the wheel and refuses to be upset.
But, damn! I always thought she loved it!
Saturday. Lunch. There are five girls at the table: my friend Kasia with her daughters, Hania and Basia, Lila and I.
Me (blood sugar level way too high): Why do we need men anyway!
Lila: We need them to be falling in love with us. No men, no love.
(‘AND for dancing’, adds Hania)