Of Castles and The Big

There are many days where I just wonder what the hell is going on in that little brain of hers. I don’t know if I would be fascinated, or scared, at her thought process. She retains a lot of information, so much so that most of the time *we* have forgotten that she has seen or heard something before, so to us it’s like she’s magically pulling information out of the ether.

There are select things that she has retained from babyhood. She will still sign “please” (even if she is saying it out loud) when she wants something from us. But, she never signs please when she is using it in place of thank you – if you ask her if she would like something that she doesn’t really want, she will answer you “No, please”. As opposed to “No like…”, which is reserved for when you are struggling in vain to put her into a coat, pajamas, car seat or any other modern day baby torture device.  That turns into a litany of “No like a coat”, “No like go bed”, “No like a cheese” (which is a flat out lie, she loves cheese!). So the girl has definitely proven her grasp of situation appropriate verbiage.

There are other things she must have glommed onto in babyhood that no matter how often we correct her, she refuses to let go of what she has established as her own personal truth.  For example, Soapfi would correctly identify this as a castle:

There is much cheering from the crowd, way to go Soapfi. Well it’s only dumb luck that she identified it correctly, because in Soapfi’s world, this is a castle:

Some how in her mind, flags are castles. Took us a while to figure that one out, since most of the time she was seeing flags when we were around to hear her talk about them, they were on top of sand castles or old brick buildings that could look like castles. The neighbor put out his Dale Earnhardt racing flag a while back and Soapfi kept shouting “castle, castle, castle” every time she’d peek out the window, but just beyond the neighbors house is a huge old brick apartment building that could look like a castle, so we didn’t make the connection. Then she received a Noah’s Ark Little People set that comes with a flag for the top of the boat. The flag eventually jiggled loose and fell off the boat and Soapfi kept asking where the castle was, mommy is of course completely clueless because Soapfi doesn’t have any play castles. She finally finds it with a “Oh, here it is” plops it back on top of the boat and mommy clues in. We have been correcting her ever since, but a castle, is a castle, is a castle.

The other item she has given a unique name to is the Space Needle, and in this case I have no desire to correct her, because it’s the cutest thing ever! According to Soapfi, it is “The Big”. And well, the girl’s not wrong. That started a few months ago after we had gone to the Seattle Center for a birthday party at the Children’s Museum. As we were walking back to the car from the Center House you could look up and see the Space Needle, being a child of the 70’s I started telling her about the Wheedle on the Needle (she was not impressed), and making various comments about it being so big, etc., etc. Well it stuck. Now if a commercial comes on with the Space Needle (and actually the Eiffel Tower as well), she joyously shouts “The Big”, “The Big”.

I can’t wait for other Soapfi-isms!

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3 thoughts on “Of Castles and The Big

  1. The Big! As Mbot would say, “That’s my best.”

  2. That’s so funny. In Austins world when he was 4 we drove past an old ornate church. It took us forever to figure out what he was talking about. Well who wouldn’t understand when your 4 year old is calling an old beautiful church a “Nightmare”, LOL. Later we figured out it looked like an old spooky castle from a Halloween book and that’s how he got to nightmare. But really those connections are crazy.

  3. Someday, I hope to see The Big!

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