Words might just fail me. I'm not sure I can properly express just how bleeping funny that toddler is becoming. Her comedic timing is naturally perfect. Her vocabulary is enormous now. Her quick wit takes us by surprise. But I think my favorite of all is her physical comedy.
We went shopping today, to prepare for Halloween. We started at a small Spirit store around the corner from my house (in a general sense), before heading to Boulder for the nearest Joann Fabrics. As we were getting out of the car, one of us said that mommy just had to steal Dmitri, meaning take him and his car seat and plop it on the stroller base. Val took off running in a toddler gallop, saying, "Mommy stole Dmitri!" about thirteen times. We had to work to steer her into the store, as she ran right past the door doing this. We thought she might be a little scared in this store, considering it was fully of spooky costumes and decorations. She was a little leery of the 8 foot tall grim reaper inflatable, until we said it was just like her dragon at home. From then on, she was skipping through the store, randomly from aisle to aisle, like a fly trapped in a car. We took turns tailing her and pushing Dmitri around, actually shopping for what we hoped to find.
While it was my turn to mind her, I was standing near the rows of little kid costumes. She was off on the other side, just out of sight. I looked at the far end of my row, just in time to see her shuffling by, chest puffed out, arms hanging behind her, sort of dangling as she walked in a leaned-back pose. As she passed through my field of vision, she turned her head and looked at me, a little half smile betraying that she knew how goofy she was being, and kept on sliding. It is a tragic loss to the comedic arts that I didn't have a camera ready to go right then. I will regret it all my days.
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