My little mermaids

Lately, my little ones have really been into mermaids. I don't know if it was seeing Disney on Ice, or if it was because I pulled the Little Mermaid movie out of the closet and they started watching it again. And again. And again.......


But they spend a lot of time playing mermaids. Whether it is when they are in the bath pretending to be mermaids. Or whether it is when they are playing with their little Little Mermaid polly pocket doll. Or whether it is when they are talking on their Little Mermaid phone. They are crazy about mermaids

One funny (actually not so funny) thing is that this tiny mermaid/polly pocket type doll they are playing with has been sitting, untouched, in the toy bins for months now. MONTHS.

My oldest pulled out her Polly Pockets over the weekend, to play mermaid. And my youngest went NUTS. She just fell in love with the Little Mermaid doll.

Now, of course, they are BOTH obsessed with this toy. Why IS that!? Why is it that kids couldn't care less about a toy until someone else wants it. It drives me batty!

I even went so far as to see if they still have this doll at Wal-Mart. Yes, I am a wimp, I would be willing to shell out a few bucks so we can have 2 Little Mermaid dolls in the house and stop this madness.

Anyway, last night, Kallie had the doll firmly tucked into her fist (she had won the "my turn" fight). When it was time for bed, she wanted to bring it.

No, I said, put the mermaid away.

She looked at me.

She looked at the doll.

And she just open her hand and let it fall. Right in the middle of the kitchen.

And she happily danced right over it.

Nononononono Kallie, I said. Put it where it BELONGS.

She picked it up, thought about it for a second and walked to her kitchen and plopped it down. Right in a pot. I guess that is where mermaids go when you are 2. Alrighty then!


So at night, I have been reading a children's bible to Christina (yes, this IS related to this conversation). She loves it, although I know some of the concepts are just way beyond her. I try to get her to understand just the basics.

Like the fact that God can do anything.

Anything? she says.

Yes, anything. I said.

Christina sat there in thought for a while, and I wasn't sure whether she was thinking about what I said. Or thinking about what she is going to do tomorrow. Or thinking about what she is going to do next summer. You never know.

But, after a long pause, she says with all seriousness: "Oh, I wish I were a mermaid!"

Well, dear, I guess I didn't mean ANYTHING. I mean, I know God CAN do anything, but I don't think changing someone into a mermaid is what he is going to be working on anytime soon.

Later, I said "you don't really want to be mermaid do you? Think about it, you couldn't live with Mommy and Daddy anymore."

Christina, always one step ahead of us, replies:

'Mom, you can just come down to the river and I will swim up to see you!"

I guess she has it all figured out.