weinraub’s words

Daddy: “… then we’re going to take you to the dentist.”
Becca: “Today?”
Daddy: “Not today.”
Becca: “Tomorrow?”
Daddy: “Not tomorrow.”
Becca: “Tomorrow tomorrow?”
Daddy: <smiles>

Love that gal!

Becca insists on referring to “Play-Doh” modeling clay as “Plato”.

Love it!

The number is kind of slow – and all in Thai – but tough through it. There are a few cute bits in there, like the hug she gives her partner, if the clothes they are wearing are not enough for you.

But the big pay-off comes at the end when the boy is expected to pull some flowers out of his pocket and comes up a little short. The crowd just roared with laughter. And Becca’s reaction is pretty funny, too.

This evening, I browsed to this video of Mozart’s Eine Kleine Nachtmusik in an attempt to expose Becca somewhat belatedly to some of the classics – at least as far I, with my own plebeian, low-brow sensibilities, am familiar with them.

Turns out she already knew it. Which she proved by humming along nearly the whole way.

That’s my gal!

[BTW, I personally think it's a great performance.]

Last night after Becca finished her bowl of spaghetti, she asked for some more. As I left to get it, she called out, “Not a lot, just a smidge.”

Where did she pick up that word? Just love that little gal.