Yesterday Grandma Kathy found a microphone with a stand and a guitar for Zoe. The best part is the microphone amplifies through the guitar, so it's like she's really giving a concert. She LOVES! ADORES! CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF! it. She's completely in her element.
I will admit she got the love of being on stage and hammin' it up from me. One of Grandma Kathy's favorite things to do is interview a child with a microphone. I can remember my mom interviewing me as a child and I LOVED! ADORED! it. There are several cassette tapes of my interviews. Apparently I was going to marry my cousin Cory because he would lay on the floor and pretend he was a seal. I would laugh. We all know true love is based on seals and laughter.
One thing it has done for Zoe is that she wants to be interviewed all the time. With or without the microphone. Last night on the way home she asked a question about a husband and how you get one. Instead of getting into the whole routine of dating many guys, crying your eyes out and then finding the man you can see yourself with for the rest of your life, I told her to get a husband, you have to marry a boy. This was our conversation:
Zoe: Can I wear a big dress?
Me: Sure you can.
N: Can I walk you down the aisle?
Zoe: Yeah Daddy, you can walk me a mile.
Me: Can I cry in the front row?
Zoe: NO! There is no crying mommy. You can talk to the boy at front while daddy walks me a mile.
Me: Are you going to say "with this ring I thee wed"?
Zoe: NO! Daddy will be walking me a mile.
Me: Are you going to kiss the boy?
Zoe: (letting out an exasperated sigh) EWE NO!
At this point N was totally proud. He gets to walk her a mile and she won't be kissing any boys. It's his own personal fairy tale.
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