Jujubee,said the following to herself last Saturday as she surveyed the macaroni and cheese on her lunch plate: “I’m a California girl, and California girls eat their food. California girls eat their macaroni and cheese.” And then she took a bite.
Me: Jujubee, you’re a chatterbox today!
Jujubee: No, I not a chatterbox, I’m a Big Girl!
M: Are you Jujubee, or are you a Big Girl?
J: I’m Jujubee. I’m a Big Girl!
Jujubee (while sitting on my lap): Momma, you have beautiful hair.
Me: Your hair is beautiful, too.
J (picking up a handful of my hair and holding it next to a handful of her hair): We have BROWN hair!
M: Yes, we both have brown hair. But Jujubee’s hair is curly, like Daddy’s hair.
J: Momma, your hair is not curly?
M: No, Momma’s hair is wavy. And Lyd’s hair is wavy. But Jujubee’s hair is curly, and Daddy’s hair is curly.
J: Momma’s hair is wavy. Momma’s hair has the ocean! Momma has ocean hair.