"Sugar and spice and everything nice
is what little girls are made of."
Raising all these boys I was used to the opposite,
"Snips and snails and puppy dog tails,
that's what little boys are made of."
Spice is nice. It's a change. It's sugary soft around the edges.
The spice part is what I thought about when Darling Hubby came home grinning and telling me his latest story.
You know he's a new school bus driver, right? And he makes two runs every morning and every afternoon, so he transports all ages. The older kids tend to nap or stay focused on their cell phones, but it's the little ones that delight him.
Today it was obvious he was glad to be back at work after a week off due to fall break. There's something mind-refreshing about getting a break from your job. And then, there's something reassuring about going back to work.
"Oh, she's just a jewel this Johanna!" his eyes twinkled when he told me about the little elementary girl, "She came up the three steps, stopped at the top, rigid back, arms to her side and said, "I went a whole week without going to school. It was a tragedy!" And we busted a gut!
Then there's Miss Lilly, our 2 y.o. granddaughter. I'd turned on the under-counter CD player with Amici Defined inserted. Amici is a popera group. Popera is a term for pop and opera combined. The next song to play by Amici was The Prayer. Miss Lilly was way past the family room and down the hall, a good 40 feet away. Miss Lilly has excellent hearing, LOL.
Use your higher pitched, little bitty girl voice, and imagine the pitter patter of little feet as she comes to us quickly.
"I hear it," she declared.
"I cumin," she further stated.
We asked her what she heard, and where was she going. But she didn't answer. She only answered to the music. She tottered up to the kitchen counter, and tilted her head, and stood stock still as she gazed at the CD player and listened to The Prayer.
It was a sweet moment, a sugary soft snapshot in time.
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