My sister, Natasha once told me that Asha is the funniest person that she's ever met. At the time I thought it might be a bit of an overstatement but I think I've decided that I agree. Asha is also one of the most critical thinkers that I've ever met. Case in point - today she asked me how birds fly when there's gravity. Isn't that a fantastic question? When I'm not laughing histerically at what she says, I'm saying "that's a great question" and then figuring out if I even know what the answer is. I have found myself googling such gems as "why does the earth spin?" and "mold viewed through a microscope" and "why is poo brown?". I don't recommend googling that last one because all sorts of wierd fetish websites come up. Just ask me if you're curious what the answer is...
My funny Asha-ism of the day goes a little something like this: "I have a special drink that I drink sometimes. It doesn't taste like water or like milk. It is my own spit." What?! As I am writing this she is in her bed and she's supposed to be sleeping or at least attempting to become sleepy. I just heard a colossal crash and when I asked what she was doing she said "it's not me making the racket. It's my toys". She also frequently blames parts of her body for things, such as "I didn't step on Nia, my foot did".
My 5 year old nephew recently told my other sister, Siena that he's pretty sure he's smarter than her but she just has more knowledge (I think he ties with Asha for funniest person I know). Well I think he's on to something. Kids have a sense of wonder about the world that we as adults seem to have lost. Why don't I think about things like birds and gravity? Did I once but now I'm too busy thinking about other stuff? I sometimes wish I could be 4 years old so that I could have a vast world to discover. I suppose I do have a vast world to discover though, don't I? It's not like I know everything. I suppose, when it comes to knowledge and wonder, Asha is to me as I am to Stephen Hawking. She might not understand basic physics yet but I don't understand spacetime.
Yesterday, we were eating supper and suddenly Asha said "I know how to write an "M". It goes up down up down. I thought maybe she had learned this at summer camp but she said she just thought of it in her head. How many times a day do I thoughtlessly write an "M" while Asha just discovered it for the first time! I suppose that's one of the fantastic things about being a parent. I get to discover the world all over again.
P.S. Breaking news - Asha now has an imaginary friend. Her name is Jenny and she has quite an elaborate back story and checkered past. She likes to play poker and her mom thinks she's a baby so she doesn't read chapter books with her. She has 2 younger sisters and 2 older brothers who live in New York City.She can only be seen and heard by Asha and although she is 4 years old she can easily be picked up and moved around by a same-aged peer. I'm hoping she will fulfill Asha's insatiable appetite for 4 year old company but I'm not holding my breath...
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