And I don't know what Cassidy answered - something brilliant - and then she went to stew on it for several minutes.
Next was, "Dada, do kids die?"
I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped my mouth when I overheard this. Cassidy answered her like a true pro. I can't tell you verbatim what he said, because my mind was pretty muddled and that's his conversation with her and not mine, but it was really, really good.
It's been a day of mulling over Scarlet-isms. The morning started with this:
Scarlet: "Why did you wash that pillow?"
Me: "Well..Des peed on it."
Scarlet: "Well, why?"
Me: "Because he tends to pee on things."
Scarlet: "No, what I'm wondering is why you had him on a pillow with no diaper on."
Me: "And that is a GREAT question, my dear."
To defend myself, not that I need to do that, there was an explanation for why I had him near (not on) a pillow with no diaper on. It involved his only ever bad(ish) diaper rash and doctor's advice to have fresh air meet the rash. I guess I didn't realize how much range my son has. I should have learned this long ago from the perfect arc of pee he once aimed from a doctor's scale all the way to...across a hallway. Wait. Why am I talking about Des and his peeing patterns and his rashes?
This has been a Scarlet-mulling day. We had her first parent-teacher conference, and marveled at how it was our first one out of many, many more for both kids. Of course the teachers love Scarlet as much as she loves them. And there's not much that needs to be said specifically. It's mainly that our daughter has grown and they have been watching it for over four months and they have noticed big growing-up type changes. She gains confidence and independence daily. She thrives. Importantly, she doesn't yell at her teachers and she's never said "douche-bag" or "sh*t" at school. Miracle of miracles!
There's still lots of time for that.
Anyway. Last week we went to see a life-size dinosaur exhibit in Springfield. Scarlet was a lot more than a little freaked out at the roaring dinosaurs. Des, he just took in the roaring dinosaurs and the smelly mass of loud people and gave me a series of "WTF" looks. Which you'd expect. So we spent a little time at the exhibit, a lot of time in the open play area after, and a lot of a lot of time in the well-lit lobby towards the end. Those rooms with squares of windows instead of one big window. Patterns. What do you call that? We have it in our house. It's good for catch-lights in the eyes because it shows up as multiple light source reflections. The room was a well-lit dream. The problem is that my camera settings were wrong the whole time. I hate that. I had the focus set for still subjects/objects, rather than moving toddlers. It was all wrong. And yet, my camera's off settings revealed a unique new look at Scarlet. It's enough to make me overlook the under/overexposure.
All I can see is a beautiful girl in motion. She's moving so swiftly that my camera, and my eyes, can barely keep up. That's the way she wants it. And I confess that it was really no accident, unless it was a happy accident. The camera sees what the camera sees. The camera was set for still life, which is a life I barely know. We're all on a motion life setting here.
And this is what it looks like when a girl in motion doesn't want to go home..