So I’ve slacked off for the last week and haven’t posted anything. What with finishing up NaNoWriMo, eating ridonkulous amounts of food, and dragging the pre-lit plastic tree out of storage, I’ve been distracted. I’m just going to ease back in with another interview with one of my 4 kiddos.
Second in my hard-hitting series is an interview with child #2. My mini-me. Future lawyer/President of the United States. She wants to go by the name, “Awesome Chick.” I called her in to the living room just now.
Me: Why that name?
AC: Because I’m awesome and I’m a chick.
Me: What do my readers need to know about you?
AC: I’m um, no…I’m…what are you typing? I’m Mommy’s mini-me.
Me: What does that mean?
AC: I’m a mini-you? I don’t know what that means.
Me: It means you’re a lot like me, only shrunk down little.
Me: Should we move on to other things?
Me: Like what?
AC: Um, I don’t know. You’re the one who’s supposed to make up the questions.
Me: What grade are you in?
Me: What’s the most exciting thing that’s happened so far this school year?
AC: I got into GATE.
Me: Which is what?
AC: It stands for Gifted And Talented Education. I think.
Me: What do you like about it?
AC: I get to read a book called “The Secret Garden.” After Christmas, we’re going to do a tea thingy. We’ll all dress up as a character and we’ll have tea and crumpents (her pronunciation), and scones, and peppermint tea.
Me: Who are you going to dress up as?
AC: We don’t know yet.
Me: You don’t get to pick?
AC: No, we haven’t decided yet. We know who we think we want to do, but we’ll probably draw names out of a hat or something so we don’t all get the same person, or whatever.
Me: So if you had a choice, who would you go as?
AC: The Robin. There’s a special robin in the secret garden, who’s able to talk to the main character, who is Mary. Or something like that. I can’t remember.
Me: Why the robin?
AC: Because the robin’s just cool. And, um, it’s an animal and animals are cool. And the robin is able to talk to people.
Me: Fair enough. So what were you doing before I called you in here?
AC: I was reading a magazine.
Me: Which one?
AC: The one Daddy got me when he went on a business trip to England.
Me: Isn’t that over a year old?
AC: Yes, yes it is. It’s all torn up and ripped, and I don’t know where the front cover is.
Lucy (enter stage left): Awesome Chick, you’ve been out of our room for, like, ever.
Me: I called her in here.
Lucy: Oh, ok.
Dad: To bed, Lucy. Lucy exits.
Me: Ok, Awesome Chick. Thanks for your time.
AC: Can I go back to reading now?