Remember when I said that Madeline is set on not growing up? (Refresh your memory here.) This morning she came in, very somber, and told me she had a nightmare last night. It's actually a fantastic story, and I hope I'll be able to convince her to write about it when she's less traumatized by it. But the gist of it was, she found a magic camera and took a picture of herself and it fast-forwarded her life two years. She took another picture, trying to get those two years back, but it only bumped her forward another two years. Next thing she knew she was eighteen years old. As she's telling me this, her lip is quivering and tears are spilling out of her eyes.
She's the only kid I know who doesn't add the "half" to her age. She'll be eight years old until we pin her down and force Nine upon her with the dreaded gifts and cake and singing.
2 comments:
The poor thing. Lucky her though. She might be the only kid in the world who actually enjoys her childhood instead of wishing it away.
seriously; she needs to write that book. that is an awesome premise for a story.
sarah
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