Two Short Stories About the Mermaid Girl
One item she included was a beloved sparkly sequinny too-small shirt, along with a card that read, in its entirety, "I chose this shirt because it reminds me of my old school and of my Uncle Skaterboy."
Me: So...the shirt reminds you of your old school?
MG: Yes. Because one time I was wearing it and I bit one of the sequins right off. And that was at my old school. So every time I look at it, I think of my old school.
Me: That's a great story! I bet the kids in your class would love to hear that story!
MG: And you know why it reminds me of Uncle Skaterboy. [He gave it to her.]
Me: Sure. But your classmates won't.
Me: Don't you want to write on your card that...
2. MG was having her bath, and I was rinsing off her hair, and she was not happy.
MG: *whining like a kid much younger than 8* I want my maaaamaaaa!
Me: Yeah, I know. But I'm the one who's here, so there we are.
Me: So...what do you say when you're with Mama, and she does something you don't like?
MG: *with matter-of-fact equanimity* I say, I want my mommy!
Me: Huh. So, what do you say when we're both there and do something that makes you mad?
MG: *quite cheerful now* I say, I wish I didn't have any parents!
Me: And what about when you're with someone else, and we're not around?
MG: *positively chipper* Then I say, I want my moms! I want my Mommy, or I want my Mama. Whichever I think of first.