The other day as we sorted through closets full of clothes that don't fit I came across a wig that we had bought for Bethany's play clothes last summer. At the time she wanted nothing to do with it and so I had just put it away, knowing later there was a good chance one or both of them would have a little fun. The other day was "later".
Then, later that day, Bethany and I went uptown on a Mommy Date. Just to a few places, it's our time. On the way home Bethany announced something she's been saying for weeks. This time however, she said it with great certainty and added her sister into the mix.
Bethany: "When I grow up I'm gonna be a clown."
Mommy: "You are? What kind of clown are you going to be?"
Mommy: "You could be a circus clown, or a clown who goes to the hospital to cheer up sick kids or a clown who makes balloon animals in the mall" I full expected her to chose the second or third one, being that both of those things are things she likes
Bethany: "I think a circus clown"
Bethany: "Because they do all of everything and they are cooler. And Audrey is going to play at church and sing songs to Jesus. That's it."
Mommy:" Bethy I love you"
Bethany: "I love you too Mommy. And Papa loves the Canucks"
It was the sweetest conversation and as we drove home, in a van filled with Chipmunks music I got to thinking. This little girl would make, one wicked awesome clown, if only she'd keep the hair on.