Imagination is a powerful (and funny) thing.
Julianna has a ridiculous amount of toys. Sometimes, though, she needs nothing other than imagination and attitude.
And a few weeks ago, Julianna dictated a series of letters between her and Calvin (from Calvin and Hobbes.) She imagined that they were forced into being pen pals with each other. Oh, the drama.
I don’t like you right now. I’m going to find a way out of this, and then, watch out!
You are a dummy and you need to listen better. And you should not bother us.
You’d better watch out and be nice to me, or I will make a trap and trap you.
I’m trying to do this for your own good. You need to listen to me! I don’t care what you say.
Just wait. I’m going to capture you!
I’m going to battle with you, and I will win.
I will win because I’m a boy.
I will win because I’m a princess. AND Hobbes is on my side! And my parents. So watch out, mister!
Watch out, because I have secret weapons.
I have pixie dust.
I don’t believe that you have pixie dust, so I’m going to win.
I’m going to ask my fairies to help, and they have berries to throw at you – so watch out!
And the other night, J told us that she needed to “take some phone calls.” The phone was her iPad holder.
- the “club” is a girl’s club, but boys can join as long as they follow J’s rules.
- Italics are my comments and clarification
- To get the full experience, read aloud and feel disbelief with the “what’s?” and outrage with the “WHAT’s”?
She starts off talking to her nurse, “N”, who called in sick that day.
Julianna: N? Are you sick? You can come over here with a mask and gloves…What? You want to talk to me forever? I can’t do that! Why don’t you come here for a slumber party and join the club. WHAT? You want to stay home and watch TV? Oh…you really want to come but at the same time, you want to watch TV at home. If only there’s a potion (to make this possible). You could just come here for a visit with the club. Uh, wait a minute. You don’t have the right tools for the potion? I thought you had everything. You said that. So you lied to me. WHAT? The wizard of Oz does? (has the ability to make the potion) I thought you said you did. You lied to me….
Uh, I have another call at the moment.
(not sure who she is talking to next, but it’s someone who evidently appreciates all that the club offers. I love her vision of a sleepover…)
Hello? You don’t want to watch TV and stay home? You want to have a sleepover with the club? You want to read stories? You want to have pie? You want to have everything we do in sleepovers? You want to have some fun? Pillow fights? Marshmallows? Oh yeah, let’s do that! We’ll put glitter all over ourselves…YAY! Let’s do that. Huh? I have another call at the moment.
Hello? What? You’re a unicorn pony. You want to come to my house so I can adopt you? Sure! Let’s do that. I’m gonna adopt you unicorn. Uh. Bye. I’ve got another call right now. WHAT?
Wait a minute – you’re a bad horse! I should not adopt you.
(I wish I knew what made her realize the unicorn pony was a “bad horse.” )
Hello? Oh man, I can’t believe this. Elsa and Anna are talking to me on the phone. Ohmygosh, I can’t believe it. We should totally have a sleepover some time. Oh, you want to? Both of you?! Sure, you’re invited.
M: J, it’s time to go to bed.
J: Mom (exasperated). I have 100 phone calls tonight.