I Miss Her

Ok, she's not really gone. She's just growing up. But in a certain sense, that little girl is gone. In fact, I remember that little girl better than she does.

Here are some of the kinds of things I miss:

• She thinks my ears are too cold.
• Being informed that she's wearing bare feet.
• Asked her were something was, she'd say, "Es right oberdar." Translation: It's right over there.
• If she doesn't know something, she'd say, "I no-no-no." Translation: I don't know.
• Telling her I'm too tired, to the which she says, "No, you ok!"
• I did the "detachable thumb" trick. Her reaction, "Don't do that."
• She told me candy canes are made of rainbows with hearts and sticky syrup inside.
• She wasn't that impressed with Santa ever since she met him ... called him "Clausin."
• I said to her, "India Golf niner-niner requesting vectors to the initial. Over." She replied, "Disengage! Repeat DISENGAGE!"
• When you hold up a fist to indicate "Zero" it is pronounced "Hammer."
• "GA-BOING!" Translation: Good morning.

That last one, "GA-BOING," was what she'd say when she saw her little brother. He'd be sleeping peacefully, and she'd say that just to make him jump.